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THE 



BOOK OF PSALMS. 



THE 



BOOK OF PSALMS; 



TRANSLATED 



ENGLISH VERSE. 



BY GEORGE ^trgESS, A. M. 

RECTOR OF CHRIST CHURCH, HARTFORD. 



NEW YORK: 
F. J. HUNTINGTON AND CO. 

174 PEARL STREET. 

1840. 

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" Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1839, by 

F. J. HUNTINGTON & CO. 

in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Southern District of 

New York." 




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HARTKORl). 



TO THE CONGREGATION 
OF 

CHRIST CHURCH, HARTFORD, 
THIS VOLUME, 

THE RELAXATION OF A FEW YEARS 

WHICH HAVE BEEN DEVOTED AND DUE 

TO THEIR SERVICE 

IN THE LORD, 

IS, 

IX REMEMBRANCE OF A THOUSAND KINDNESSES, 

RESPECTFULLY AND AFFECTIONATELY 

INSCRIBED BY 

THEIR PASTOR. 



INTRODUCTION. 



The sister arts of poetry and music seem to have been consecrated 
from their infancy. In the most ancient literature of the world, 
the most ancient poems were songs of praise. When Moses a 
second time published the law, immediately before his death, he 
taught the people a song, to be transmitted to successive generations; 
and the later prophets and sages of Israel renewed from age to age, 
the echo of divine minstrelsy. The seer played upon the harp, while 
future scenes became present to his soul ; and the hill of the temple 
resounded to the psaltery, the cymbal, and the voice of sacred song. 

In the Book of Psalms we possess at once the lyric poetry of the 
Jewish nation, and the inspired prayers and praises of holy men of 
old. The entire collection has commonly been named the Psalms of 
David, because most of them were the work of that sweet singer of 
Israel. Many, however, were written by other authors, at various 
periods between the age of Moses and the return from the captivity ; 
a space of a thousand years. The time at which inscriptions were 
prefixed to so many of the Psalms, is uncertain ; but tlie circumstance 
that these inscriptions are not universal, and the arguments which 
seem to shew the incorrectness of some of them, forbid us to believe 
that they were added in the days of the authors themselves. Some 
of them are directions to the master of the music, as well as indica- 
tions of the writer or occasion ; and it is not improbable that in the 
time of the second temple, all these inscriptions were prepared, the 
names of the several authors being given, so far as they had been 
transmitted by special traditions. Of the fifty-one anonymous Psalms, 
a considerable portion must certainly be ascribed to David. The 



Vm INTRODUCTION. 

efforts of some conimentators to fix or conjecture the historical occa- 
sion of each Psahu, betray a singular disregard of common probabili- 
ties ; as if all must have received their origin from some of the few 
events, vv^hich are related in the Old Testament. Bishop Horsley 
has well spoken of these efforts as *' misappUed labours, employing 
much ingenuity and leisure" in vain. 

" The Psalter," says the best of the practical commentators,* ''was 
the liturgy of the Jewish Church." In the temple service, the Psalms 
were sung by alternate choirs ; and at this day, in the synagogues, 
the congregation respond to the precentor. Our Saviour and the 
apostles undoubtedly united their voices with the voices of the na- 
tion, in these sacred songs ; and at the estabhshment of the Christian 
Church, they were immediately transferred to its pubhc and private 
worship. The eariy Christians sang them when they were assembled 
for divine service ; when they buried their dead ; before and al\er 
their meals ; and amidst their families, before retiring to rest. They 
were heard from tlie Ups of the labourer and the soldier, the house- 
wife and the traveller. In reading the history of the primitive 
Church, and the writings of the Fathers, we seem to listen to one 
burst of psalmody from a world awaking to the knowledge of its 
Redeemer. " The Psalm," says St. Basil,t " is the calm of souls, the 
arbiter of peace : it represses tumultuous and turbulent llioughts : it 
restrains the violence of passion, and checks lasciviousness. The 
psalm conciliates hearts, associates those who are divided, and recon- 
ciles enemies. For who could ever hold him as an enemy, with 
whom he had raised his voice to God ? So also the singing of psalms 
unites good men in charity : it finds in the union of voices a certain 
bond of concord, and joins the whole people through tlie symphony 
of a single choir. The psalm puts demons to flight, secures the aid 
of angels, supplies arms against nightly terrors, is repose from daily 
labours ; the safety of infants, the honour of youth, the consolation of 
the aged, the most becoming ornament of woman : it peoples the 
solitude, itinstructs the forum." " The Psalm," says St. Ambrose,t 

* Bishop Home. t Horn, in Ps. I. J In Ps. Praef. 9. 



INTRODUCTION. IX 

"is tiie benediction of the people, the praise of God, the discourse of 
all, the voice of the church, the loud confession of faith, the full devo- 
tion of authority, the gladness of Uberty, the shout of pleasure, the 
exultation of mirth. It mitigates wrath, it banishes sohcitude, it alle- 
viates sorrow. It is nightly armour, daily guidance, a shield in fear, 
a holy festival, the image of tranquillity, the pledge of peace and con- 
cord, forming one strain, from various and unequal voices, like the 
lyre with its many strings. The dawn of day resoimds with the 
psalm ; and the psalm is re-echoed by the evenuig. Women are 
commanded by the apostle to be silent in the church ; but in the 
psalm they may well cry aloud : this is sweet in every age, nor for 
either sex unsuitable." Other hymns might be simg ; but the Psalms 
of David were the first choice of the Church. To the present time, 
the Greek, the Roman, and the English Churches, at least, make 
them a part of their daily service, dividing them, according to the 
custom of antiquity, into portions of nearly equal length, so that the 
whole ai*e said or sung within a certain period. No where, amongst 
Christians, are they entirely discarded from the offices of the sanctua- 
ry, or from the devotions of the family and the closet. Godeau, 
Bishop of Grasse, in the preface to his French Paraphrase of the 
Psalms, gives honourable testimony to the old Hugonot usage. 
'•Those whose separation from the church we deplore, have rendered 
their version celebrated, by the agreeable airs which skilflil musicians 
have composed for them. To know these sacred songs by heart is 
amongst them as it were a sign of their communion ; and to our 
great shame, in the cities where they are most numerous, the Psahns 
are continually heard from the mouth of the artizans, and in the 
country from that of the labourers; while the CathoUcs are either 
silent, or sing indecent songs." 

Such an employment of the Psalms, in Jewish or Christian times, 
coiUd be supported only by the opinion that they uniformly expressed 
feelings and thoughts which might be generally adopted by the pious, 
or else which belonged appropriately to some individual in whom all 
had a rehgious mterest, or some society which was sacred in the eyes 



X 1 X T 11 D U C T I O X. 

of all. That individual could be only the Messiah; that society the 
Church. It has been accordingly the belief of all ages that the testi- 
mony of Christ is the spirit of this sacred book. The stream of an- 
cient interpretation flows fully in this direction ; and it is sanctioned 
by the authority of our Lord and his apostles. For, several Psalms 
are applied in the New Testiunent to Christ and the redemption, 
which otherwise we should never have so understood in their literal 
meaning. What is this, but to afford us a key to the spiritual inter- 
pretation of the rest ? 

As the Psalms were originally designed to be sung, and as, in 
Hiodern languages, they cannot be extensively sung except in a metri- 
cal form, tliey have required and received poetical versions. The 
number of entire versions in our own language exceeds thirty. It is 
remarkable, however, that not one of these has attained any eminence 
in the public estimation;* and the best amongst tliem, with the ex- 
ception of those of Tate and Brady and of Watts, are very little 
known. The version of Merrick has perhaps the most of hterary 
merit ; but its diffiiseness and general want of strength must always 
prevent its popularity. The other translations have sometimes very 
fine passages ; but no such uniform excellence as could win lasting 
favour, or discourage future efforts. Many of the versions, too, hke 
those of Watts and Goode, are rather paraphrases than translations ; 
expressing rather the doctrines of the Gospel in their own distinct 
form, than the devout feelings of the Psalmist, as the Spirit taught 
him to utter them for all ages to come. 

In the present version, the author has endeavoured to follow the 
same principles which would govern him in the translation of any 
ancient poems into English verse ; to be so literal, as to give the very 
sentiment, and, if possible, the spirit of the original, and yet so free as 
not to inflict pain on the reader of taste. If he Ikls failed, he may say 
with Mr. Goode, " it will be his solace that he has failed amongst 

'•■ The version of Professor Kcble had not appeared, or was, at least, unknown 
in America, when this volume was placed in the hands of the publishers. 



I X T R O D U C T I O X. XI 

names the most respectable in the annals of piety and literature." 
He will but have made an unsuccessful attempt in a region where 
the very attempt was more deUghtful than success in other fields. 
The charm of his subject, the happiness of making these divine 
strains more truly his own, has already more than rewarded him ; 
and he lays aside the harp of Sion from his unskilful hand with de- 
vout thanlvs that he has been permitted to awaken, for his own soul at 
least, its heavenly melody. 



PSALM I. 

How bless'd the man, who will not stray 
Where godless counsels tempt his feet ; 

Who stands not in the sinner's way ; 
Who sits not in the scorner's seat ; 

But in the Lord's most hoty law 
Has, day by day, his dear delight, 

While thence his heav'nly musings draw 
Sw^eet strength at morn, sweet rest at night. 

He blooms as blooms the tree that springs 
Where mingling waters ceaseless ghde : 

Still in its time its fruit it brings ; 
And still his fragrant works abide. 

But like the chaff, that, on the gale. 

O'er distant fields forgotten flies. 
So, when thy tempests. Lord, prevail, 

Th' affrighted sinner flees and dies. 

Not in the judgment's hour of w^rath 
Shall they to truth's fair courts ascend : 

God knows and loves the good man's path ; 
But their broad road in death shall end. 



NOTES. — In some matmscripts, this Psalm is uot numbered : iu 
others it is connected with the second. The cause may have been, 
that it was viewed as a kind of j)roem to the whole collection. Its 
character fitted it for this, as it is a general picture of the happiness of 
the sen-ant of God, in contrast with the dreadful end of the scoffer. 
The author cannot now be determined ; and there is nothing in the 
Psalm to fix its date, or assign it any special occasion. It is re- 



14 PSALM I. 

marked by Gataker, that its argument is the same with that maxim, 
often repeated by the Stoics, and found in Plato as the words of 
Socrates; 

"The good are the happy : the bad are wretched." 
But in the Lord's most holy laic. The law, in the Psalms, must 
be viewed as embracing the whole reA^elation of God, by his word, 
in his works, or in the conscience of man. 

As blooms the tree. Tliis comparison is found in Jeremiah, 
xvii. 8. 

" For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, 
And that spreadeth out her roots by the river, 
And shall not see when heat cometh, 
But her leaf shall be green ; 
And shall not be careful in the year of drought, 
Neither shall cease from yielding fruit." 
WJiere mingling waters ceaseless glide. Canals are probably 
meant, which, in those parts of the East that are traversed by rivers, 
pass from them into the country ; as, in Egypt, from the Nile ; in 
Erak Arabi, the ancient Babylonia, from the Euplyates. '' Such ca- 
nals," says J. E. Faber, '' are very generally bordered with trees. 
For when, during the heat of summer, in this climate, all the verdure 
of the trees and fields dries up, so that the most pleasant pastures re- 
semble parched deserts, and a stranger, unacquainted with tlie nature 
of the cUmale, might believe that the land would never resume its 
verdure, nor a tree its foliage ; the trees planted near the river, from 
which they draw constant refreshment, even durmg the greatest heat, 
remain unchanged in their verdant dress." 

And still his fragrant icorlcs abide. There is sometliing of the 
same ambiguity in the original, which may be here observed in the 
translation. The passage from the figurative to the hteral mode of 
speech is by no meazis distinctly defined. 

Like the chaff. In the East, the threshing-floors are in the open 
air, often in elevated places. The grain was either trodden out by 
oxen, or beaten out with instruments wlaich, at the same time, cut the 
Straw into small pieces ; and afterwards, tlie whole being exposed 
with a fork to the wind, the chaff and straw were borne away, and 
the kernels, the clods of earth with grain cleaving to them, and the 
ears not yet thorouglily threshed, fell to the ground. Then, the clods 
of earth were collected, broken, and, by a sieve, separated from the 
grain. Several yoke of oxen were again driven over the heap ; and 
all was at last exposed to the wind by a fan. Thus, threshing, the 
sieve and the fan became the frequent emblems of destruction or 
dispersion. 

The judgments hour of wrath. The Chaldee Paraphrase, and the 
Jewish writers generally, interpret this of the last judgment. 



PSALM II. 15 



PSALM IL 



Why roars the nations' stormy ire ? 

Why chafes their tumult vain ? 
The lords of earth in league conspire, 

And Idngs their warriors train : 
Against the Lord they lift their hands ; 

Against his Christ they say, 
" Come, let us break their slavish bands, 

And cast their chains away !" 

Enthron'd above the starry sky, 

Mid many an angel host, 
God laughs to scorn the hostile cry. 

And mocks the rebel boast : 
Nor long his awful voice is still ; 

It utters stern disdain ; 
*' Yet, firm on Sion's holy hill, 

My chosen king shall reign." 

I speak the Lord's supreme decree ; 

" This day my Son art thou : 
Ask, and the heathen thine shall be, 

And earth's wide realms shall bow : 
Thine iron rod, thy righteous sway. 

Shall quell their haughty trust ; 
And, like a vase of fragile clay, 

Crush all their might to dust." 

Ye kings of earth, take counsel here ; 

Ye chiefs, be timely wise : 
Rejoice with trembling ; serve in fear ; 

Nor tempt his wrath to rise : 
Do homage to the kingly Son, 

Ere yet ye sink in woe : 
Be but the wasting flame begun, 

How bless' d his peace to know ! 



16 



PSALM II. 



NOTES.— The authority of apostles ascribes the second Psahn to 
David, aud designates it as a prophecy of the mediatorial reign of our 
Saviour. (Acts iv. 25— 27. xiii. 33. Heb. i. 5.) From the men- 
tion of the "holy hillof Sion," it may be inferred tliatit was compo- 
sed after the removal of the ark to Jemsalem. 

Why roars the nations^ stormy ire ? With similar abruptness 
Horace addresses the Roman people, rushing to arms. (Epod. vii.) 
" Quo, quo scelesti ruitis ? aut cur dexteris 

Ajitantur enses conditi ?" 
Oh, whither, wliither, rush ye in your guilt ? 
Why grasps each fierce right hand th' impatient hilt ? 

Against his Christ they say. The reader will hardly need to be 
told, that Messiah is the Hebrew word, of which Christ is tlie Greek, 
and Anointed the English. 

Come, let us break their slavish bands. This and the following 
line are taken from the version of Tate and Brady. 

Enthroned above the starry shy. Such a representation is not 
only scriptural, but in correspondence with the natural instincts of 
the soul, and therefore with the imagery of all languages and of tlae 
heathen poets. 

/ speak the Lord's supreme decree. These are the words of tlae 
Messiah. 

Thine iron rod. The rod or sceptre of remote antiquity was a 
wooden staff, not much shorter than the height of a man, with golden 
studs or nails, or sometimes ornamented at the top with a round knob. 
Such are seen in the hands of tlie Persian longs, on the monuments 
of Persepohs. 

And like a vase of fragile clay. So Jeremiah, xix. 11. 

" Even so will I break tliis people and tliis city. 

As one breaketh a potter's vessel, that camiot be made whole again." 

And Isaiah, xxx. 14. 

" And he shall break it 

As tlie breaking of the potter's vessel, that is broken in pieces." 

Ye kings of earth. The prophet resumes his own address. 

Do Jiomage to the kingly Son. A kiss was sometimes a token of 
homage. (1 Sam. x. 1. 1 Kings xix. 18. Hos. xiii. 2. Job xxxi. 
27.) It was an ancient custom of the Persians, to give it when they 
tooKthe oath of allegiance. A Greek poet, spealdng of averting the 
wratli of the Goddess of Vengeance, says ; 

'H HiusTtv ^eivi}v ^ov^i kutxtu, ^eov 

Anth. Grace. L. vi. 
Who hath not kiss'd dread Nemesis divine. 



PSALM III. 17 



PSALM III. 



Lord, how many are my foes ! 
How vast a host to crush me rose ! 
How many deem my soul dismay' d, 
And cry, " his God no more shall aid!" 

But thou m}^ stedfast buckler art ; 

Thou lift'st my head, and cheer' st my heart: 

My pray'r was tow'rds thy holy hill, 

And thou, O Lord, hast answer' d still. 

1 laid me down, and sweetly slept ; 
I woke, for God my slumbers kept : 
Though rage around me, far and near, 
Ten thousand foes, I cannot fear. 

O Lord my God, arise, relieve : 
Thine arm the loftiest helms can cleave ; 
And oft has cleft, mine aid to bring : 
Bless'd are thy people. Saviour King ! 

NOTES.— The title prefixed is, " A Psalm of David, when he fled 
from Absalom his son ;" and the Psalm contains nothing inconsistent 
with this date, but, on the other hand, nothing that would demonstrate 
its correctness. A later occasion, however, than the establishment 
of the sanctuary on Mount Sion, is certainly fixed by the second 
stanza. 

The word " Selah" occurs in this Psalm. It was a musical direc- 
tion ; and " should therefore," says Hammond, " be omitted in trans- 
lations where the metre and music is lost." This is equally true, 
whether the Hebrew poetry was strictly metrical, according to the 
theory of Bishop Hare, or whether, as is the prevailing opinion, it 
had no other rhythm than that which naturally attends its parallelisms. 
On neither supposition, could a direction like this be transferred into 
another language. 

Thine arm tlie loftiest helms can cleave. The figure in the original 
seems to be taken from wild beasts, whose power to injure is chiefly 
removed, when their jaws and teeth are broken. I have thought 
that, as this image is here employed to represent the overthrow of 
men, it might be given with sufficient accuracy by the line which is 
adopted above. 



18 PSALM IV. 



PSALM IV. 

Oh, hear me, hear me, when I call, 
Thou Lord, whose truth to me is all : 
Oft hast thou sav'cl m hours of fear ; 
Oh, yet in mercy bow thine ear. 

How long shall men, to die but born, 
My glory change to shame and scorn ? 
Why seek ye still each vain deceit. 
And deem the words of falsehood sweet ? 

But know, the Lord hath set apart 
One chosen shrine, the upright heart : 
And he who sav'd in hours of fear 
Shall yet in mercy bow his ear. 

Then, dread his wrath, and flee from sin, 
And write his judgments deep within : 
Try thine own breast, by night, alone. 
And bend in silence at his throne. 

Come with the off'ring of the just, 
And make thy God thine only trust : 
While thousands cry, some good to see. 
Lord, let thy face shine bright on me. 

It glads my heart, that joy divine, 
Far more than wealth of corn and wine : 
I lay me down to peaceful sleep. 
For thou, O Lord, alone canst keep. 

NOTES. — This Psalm is entitled, " for the chief musician, a Psalm 
of David, upon the stringed instruments," and is doubtless tlie work 
of the royal poet. 

Then dread his torath, and flee from sin. In the Septuagint, this is, 
"be ye angry and sin not;" a passage transcribed in tlie Epistle to 
the Ephesians. (iv. 26.) It is not, however, cited autlioritatively; 
and is plainly an incorrect interpretation. 



PSALM V. 19 

Try thine oicn hreast. These frequent changes of person and 
address, though more common, perhaps, in the Hebrew poets than in 
others, are yet in all literature a part of the lyrical style, and contribute 
to the peculiar character of that bold kind of composition. 

Lord, let thy face shine bright on me. How beautiful is this image, 
now so common, which unites in the consciousness of divme favour 
the bright smile of a friend, and the glory of that light which was 
reflected from the face of Moses ! 

Far more than wealth of corn and wine. An dbundant harvest 
and vintage were the most joyous seasons amongst a nation of hus- 
bandmen. The version of Bishop Hall is here tlie best ; 
" But thou, O Lord, lift up to me 

The light of that sweet look of thine; 
So shall my soul more gladsome be 
Than theirs with all their corn and wine.'' 



PSALM V. 



Oh, take the praise I bring, 

And see my deep desire. 
And hear my cry, thou God and King, 

To whom my pow'rs aspire : 
With morn's first ghmm' rings bright, 

INIy voice shall mount on high ; 
And heav'n shall open, rob'd in light, 

On mine awaking eye. 

Sin shall not win thy smile. 

Nor malice dwell with thee. 
Nor pride thy sacred courts defile, 

Nor guilt thy judgment flee : 
Dark o'er the men of lies 

Shall hang thy stedfast hate ; 
And wrath's red blade, and firaud's disguise 

Shall draw th' avenging fate. 

But, girt with mercies round, - 

Within thy gates I tread ; 
I turn me tow'rds thy temple's bound, 

And bow in sacred dread : 



20 PSALM V. 

Oh, make my footsteps true, 

For many foes are nigh ; 
And clear before my peaceful view 

Let thy dear pathway lie. 

Their words are faithless breath ; 

Their heart destruction weaves ; 
A tempter to the halls of death, 

Their flatt'ring tongue deceives : 
Destroy them, God most just ; 

Let craft its own betray : 
Mid countless sins, tread down like dust 

The rebels to thy sway. 

But they who love thy name. 

And trust thy gracious aid. 
Shall loud in shouts thy might proclaim 

In their defence array' d : 
For on the righteous head 

Thy blessing, Lord, is seal'd ; 
And thy strong love is o'er him spread, 

An adamantine shield. 



NOTES. — The title of this Psahn is, " For the chief musician, a 
Psahn of David, upon the wind instruments." Nehiloth seems a 
general name for flutes and instruments of similar construction. The 
Psalm may without improbability be supposed to have been written at 
the time when David hved at the court of Saul, surrounded by per- 
fidious enemies. Bishop Horsley, however, imagines it to be the 
prayer of a Priest or Levite at the altar of the hmer court, at the 
hour of the mornoig sacrifice. 

/ turn me towards thy temple's hound. If the temple at Jerusalem 
was not yet erected, as it was not at the date mentioned above, it 
is still possible that the Psalmist might thus speak of the divine dwell- 
ing in heaven. In later times, however, the distant Jews prayed 
with their faces towards Jerusalem. (1 Kings viii. 38, 48. Daniel 
vi. 10.) 

A tempter to the halls of death. St. Paul has quoted this as a fit 
descri])tion of the state of mankind, both Jews and Gentiles. (Rom. 
iii. 13.) 



P S A L M V I. 21 



PSALM VL 

Lord, not in wrath my sin reprove, 
Nor let thy rod in vengeance move : 
Have mercy, Lord, all faint I cry. 
And heal the frame that droops to die. 

My limbs, my soul, with anguish burn : 
How long, O Lord ? ah, yet return ! 
There is no mem'ry in the grave, 
Nor death can praise : return, and save ! 

My weary groans have no repose ; 
All night my couch with tears o'erflows ; 
Mine eyes are dim ?aid dull with tears ; 
And foes have left the sign of 3"ears. 

men of guilt, depart, depart : 

The Lord hath heard my weeping heart : 
He knows my pray'r, he owns my call ; 
Jn shame my foes shall flee and fall. 

NOTES. — "For the chief musician on the stringed instruments, a 
Psalm of David, upon the eight-stringed harp." It was composed in 
deep affliction; but whether this proceeded from bodily sickness, or 
from the persecutions of enemies, or from the heavy consciousness 
of giiilt, it may be difficult to decide with confidence. The last sup- 
position appears not improbable. 

There is no memWy in the grave. In passages like this, the view 
of the sacred writers of the Old Testament is confined to death, as 
the end of all mortal events ; and retribiitiou in tlie eternal world, 
although they surely believed it, is excluded from their immediate 
contemplation. Or, if a still more solemn meaning be here connected 
with the grave, it might well be j^leaded before God, that condemna- 
tion and destruction cannot glorify him as he desires to be glorified. 

All night my couch icith tears o'erfloics. So Homer, Odyss. xvii. 
102,103. 

Ae'^of^ai en; evvrjV vj f^oi Tovo£(;<iec rervKTut 
^Aih ^uKpvi' ''iy^iTi 7re<pv^f^eyi]. 

1 seek the couch that hears my weary sighs, 

And flows with floods from these stUl streaming eyes. 
And foes have left the sign of years. The resemblance between the 
eflfects of sorrow and tliose of old age is illustrated by too frequent 



22 PSALM VII. 

examples. It is well knowu that violent grief has sometimes covered 

the head with gray hairs. Mr. Fry, at this passage, cites from 

Southey's Roderick ; 

" Sunk was that eye 
Of sov'reignty ; and on th' emaciate cheek 
Had penitence and anguish deeply drawn 
Their furrows premature, forestalling time. 
And shedding upon thirty's brow more snow 
Than threescore winters, in their natural course, 
Might else have sprinkled there." 
men of guilt, depart, depart. These are the words of our Lord to 

the hypocrites, in tlie judgment. (Matt. vii. 23.) 



PSALM VIL 



O Lord my God, in thee I trust : 

From lion foes defend ; 
Lest, torn and trampled in the dust, 

I sink, without a friend ! 

O Lord my God, if on my hand 

The stain of guilt I hide ; 
If I have rent the peaceful band, 

Nor good for ill replied ; 

Then, let my foe, in righteous strife, 

Pursue and hunt me down : 
Then, let him trample on my life. 

And lay in dust my crown. 

Awake, O Lord, in wrath awake : 

The strong oppressors rave : 
Come, wielding for thy servant's sake, 

The law thy justice gave. 

So, round thy pomp, a subject train. 

Shall nations gather nigh : 
Then, spread so far thy conquering reign, 

And rear thy throne on high. 



PSALM VII. 23 

The Lord shall judge when realms appeal : 

Oh, judge and own my cause ; 
As thou hast known mine upright zeal, 

As I have lov'd thy laws. 

Oh, end the sinner's guilty might. 

And let the righteous rise, 
Thou righteous God, whose glance of light 

The secret spirit tries. 

The God of strength my shield extends, 

The Saviour of the pure ; 
Whose just right arm the just defends, 

Whose wrath is daily sure. 

He steels his sword, he bends his bow. 

If pride disdain to turn : 
He lifts the arms of deadly blow. 

And forms the shafts to burn. 

Lo, deep within, each treach'rous breast 

With guilt and ruin teems : 
There, falsehood finds her chosen nest, 

And bears deceitful dreams. 

They fram'd the pit, and spread the toils ; 

And there their pride shall bow : 
On g-uilt the guilty blow recoils. 

And breaks the stubborn brow. 

But I the righteous Lord will sing, 

And all his truth adore : 
To thee, my soul's Almighty King, 

To thee my song shall soar. 

NOTES. — "A Lamentation of David, which he sang unto the 
Lord, on the occasion of the words of Ciish the Benjamite." The 
person thus mentioned, and his accusations or reproaches, are lost in 
obhvion; a circumstance wliich adds credibiUty to this title, as it 
proves that the idea could not have been borrowed, in later times, 
from the historical books of the Old Testament. 



24 PSALM VIII. 

And forms the shafts to hirn. There may be an allusion to tlie 
custom ofwrap})ing the arrows in some combustible material, which 
was set on fire immediately before they were discharged. Such are 
mentioned by Livy. (Lib. xxxi. 8.) Ammiaims Marcellinus de- 
scribes a similar kind ; (Rer. Gest. Lib. xxiii. 4.) " they consisted of 
a hollow reed, to the lower part of which, under the point or barb, 
was fastened a round receptacle made of iron, so that the arrow had 
tlie form of a distaff. The reed was filled with naphtha ; and when 
the arrow was shot from a slack bow (for if it were discharged from a 
tight bow, the fire went out,) it struck the ranks of the enemies, and 
remained infixed, the flame consuming whatever it met: water 
poured on it increased its violence : there was no other means to ex- 
tmguish it, except by throwing earth upon it." St. Paul speaks, 
(Eph. vi. 16.) of " the fiery darts of the wicked ;" where, however, 
poisoned arrows may be the subject of the allusion. 

They framed the pit, aral spread the toils. The figure is borrowed 
from the pits which were dug for the purj)ose of taking wolves or 
otlier wild animals. 

On guilt the guilty hloio recoils. It descends, like a javelin or a 
stone thrown up from the foot of a wail or rock, but faUiug back 
upon the head of liim who hurled it. 



PSALM VIII. 



Lord our Lord, how great art thou ! 
Heav'n and earth to bless thee bow : 
Thou who writ' St thy praise on high, 
Glorious on the spreading sky ! 

Yet, the babe's and suckling's song 
Thou hast lill'd with strength so strong, 
That the raging foe shall quail, 
That th' avenger's arm shall fail. 

When I see thy heav'nly arch, 
Moon and stars in radiant march, 
Where thy hand their station plac'd ; 
Where their path thy fingers trac'd ; 

What has man, O Lord of all. 
That thine eye so low should fall ? 
Thou his honour'd crown hast giv'n 
Just beneath the crowns of heav'n : 



P S A L M I X. 25 

Thou hast taught thy works below 
Him their sov'reign chief to know : 
Flocks and herds, a countless train ; 
All that roams the fruitful plain ; 

Ail that cleaves th' ethereal blue ; 
All that glides the dark waves through : 
Lord our Lord, how great art thou 1 
Heav'n and earth to bless thee bow ! 



NOTES. — "For the chief musician, a Psalm of David, upon the 
hai-p of Gath." The Gittith is supposed to have been a musical in- 
strument, deriving its name from the city of Gath or Gath-Rimmon. 
It is thus rendered in the Chaldee Paraphrase. 

Thou hast filVd with strength so strong. This passage is cited by 
our Lord (Matt. xxi. 16.) from the Septuagmt, "thou hast perfected 
praise." 

When I see thy heavenly arch. What amazing confirmation does 
the sentiment of the Psalmist receive from those disclosures of 
modern astronomy, which declare the distance and magnitude of the 
heavenly bodies, and seem to shev/ a world in every planet and star ! 

Just beneath the croicns of heav'n. In the Epistle to the Hebrews 
(ii. 6 — 9.) this passage is applied to illustrate the humiliation and 
exaltation of our Saviour. There is nothing in the Psalm, which 
would have led us, aside from the authority of the New Testament, to 
suppose any reference to Christ ; but this is one of many instances 
which appear to evince that, in the Psalms thus applied in the New 
Testament, we have only a key to the remainder. The idea of such 
a secondary and higher sense, a " testimony of Jesus," which "is the 
spirit of prophecy," seems not only most subservient to devotion, but 
most agreeable to apostohc interpretation. In this instance, the two 
maybe thus connected; "if human nature be so highly exalted by 
virtue of its creation, how much more by its assumption to the 
divine !" 



PSALM IX. 



O Lord most high, my swelling heart 
Shall all thy praise proclaim, 

The story of thy deeds impart, 
And triumph in thy fame. 



26 PSALM IX. 

When on my foes thy terrors shine, 

They fall in shameful flight : 
For judgment's spotless throne is thine, 

And thou maintain' st the right. 

And thou hast quell'd the heathen's rage, 

And slain the impious race ; 
And from the tale of age to age 

Hast swept th' oppressor's trace. 

Destruction's mighty task is fOl'd, 
And pompous tow'rs are heaps : 

And, mid the piles that none shall build, 
Their lords' lost mem'ry sleeps. 

But firm th' eternal throne abides, 
The righteous Sov' reign reigns : 

The realms of earth his sceptre guides, 
And judgment just sustains. 

The Lord shall shield the heart oppress'd, 
Shall shield when perils low'r : 

Who know thy name en thee shall rest, 
And trust thy faithful pow'r. 

Sing, to the Lord of Sion sing ; 

Tell all the world his deeds ; 
When blood and wrong his vengeance bring. 

The humblest cry he heeds. 

Have mercy, Lord, and mark my woe, 

The sport of causeless hate : 
Thou Lifter of the poor and low 

From death's eternal gate ; 

That, where thy thronging people meet, 

My song of praise may swell, 
Till thine own Sion's queenly street 

Of thy deliv'rance tell. 



PSALM X. 27 

Where heathen hands have spread the net, 

There heathen feet have trod : 
They mourn the snares themselves have set, 

And know the righteous God. 

The crowds who spurn his gentler reign 

In hell's dark realm shall lie : 
Not long shall weep the poor in vain, 

Nor all his hope shall die. 

Arise, O Lord, nor in thy sight 

Let heathen pride prevail : 
So let them own but man's their might, 

And man how brief and frail ! 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, a Psalm of David, on tlie 
death of Labbeu." Such is that version of tliis title, which has been 
given by some of tlie Rabbinical writers. The Chaldee Paraphrase 
supposes Gohath to be the person, on whose overthrow the Psalm 
was composed. Others would read, " on the death of his son;" an 
interpretation contradicted by the intense grief of David for Absalom. 
Other commentators understand it of the tune to which the Psalm 
was to be sung ; and others, of the choir of virgins, by whom it was to 
be chanted. Mr. Street would render it, " to be performed by vir- 
gins and a youth ;" and divides it accordingly. The Septuagint says, 
*' on the secrets of the Son." It is impossible to determine with 
much confidence the real meaning of the superscription. 

Hare mercy, Lord, and mark my woe. Tliis Psalm is a song o^ 
high thanksgiving ; but the poet seems here, in awaiting the comple- 
tion of his victory over all the enemies of God, to throw himself back 
for a moment, in imagination, to his former state of supphcation and 
need. 



PSALM X. 

Why stands the Lord afar. 
And hides in troublous hour. 

And sees the wicked's haughty war 
Th' afflicted seed o'erpow'r f 

Oh, let their own dark guile 
On them in ruin burst, 



28 P S A L M X. 

Who, vain in fortune's fleeting smile, 
Bless whom the Lord hath curs' d. 

Pride lights the wicked's face, 

And fires his reckless eye : 
Thine arm his thoughts disdain to trace ; 

Thy judgments roll so high. 

His prosp'rous pathways rise ; 

He flouts the warning call : 
*'My foot shall ne'er be mov'd," he cries, 

*'Nor ill my lot befall." 

So, on his lips has rung 

The loud blasphemer's cry; 
While, couch'd beneath his venom'd tongue, 

Deceit and treach'ry lie. 

By the still village path 

He waits his guiltless prey. 
Darts the keen glance of serpent wrath, 

And longs to spring and slay. 

He lurks as in the brake 

The lion hides his lair : 
He lurks, the passing poor to take. 

To take in secret snare. 

Torn falls the wretch, and bleeds 

Within his fang and fold : 
Yet cries his heart, " God never heeds ; 

He cares not to behold." 

Remember, Lord, thy poor, 

And lift th' avenging rod : 
Why should the wicked's dream endure, 

And mock the glance of God ? 

Thine eyes their malice see ; 
Thine hand must all repay : 



PSALM X. 29 

The wretched orplian leans on thee, 
And feels a heav'nly stay. 

Oh, break th' oppressor's arm ; 

And search, till search be vain : 
Then turns thy land from heathen harm 

To thine eternal reign. 

For thou the humble sigh 

O Lord, hast deign'd to hear : 
Thou giv'st the heart its contrite cry, 

And giv'st thy list'ning ear ; 

To judge the orphan's right ; 

To bid th' oppress'd be free; 
That never more from earthly might 

The guiltless poor may flee. 

NOTES. — The Septuagintand Vulgate irnite the ninth and tentli 
Psalms, as one ; and some have imagined that they formed originally 
one of the aljjhabetic Psalms, as there are some apparent traces, 
although often interrupted, of an alphabetic arrangement in the initial 
letters of the verses. This supposition, however, is refuted by the 
different character of the two Psalms ; the first being, in its general 
frame, a song of triumph, the second a prayer for deliverance. 

Heflouts the learning call. This seems a sufficiently exact transla- 
tion of tlie Hebrew. Schrceder renders it, " efflat tumido ore 
in eos." Our translation has it, " he pufFeth at them." 

So midst his speech has rung. This verse is a part of the descrip- 
tion of manldnd in the third chapter of the Epistle to the Romans, 
(v. 14.) 

While, couched beneath his venoni'd tongue. The image may be 
borrowed fi-om the poison of serpents. 

He lurks, as in the brake. In the original the same repetition is 
found, which will be here observed m the version. 

Torn falls the icretch, and bleeds. I have here adopted the transla- 
tion of Rosenmueller and De Wette. 

Tliy hand must all repay. The literal version is, " to give into thy 
hand." A reference has been supposed, to the practice of writing on 
the palm of the hand, in order to presence a thmg in remembrance. 
So Isaiah (xlix. 16.) 

" Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands. 
Thy walls are continually before me." 

So turns thy land from heatlien harm. Merrick has given the con- 
clusion of this Psalm in liis happiest manner. 
3* 



^0 PSALM XI. 

" Thine is the throne : beneath thy reign, 
Immortal King ."■ the tribes jjrofiine 
Behold their dreams of conquest o'er, 
And vanish, to be seen no more. 
Thou, Lord, thy peojile's wish canst read, 
Ere from their lips the pray'r proceed ; 
'Tis thine their droopuig hearts to rear, 
Bow to their wants tli' attentive ear, 
The weeping orphan's cheek to dry, 
The guiltless sufl["'rer's cause to try. 
To rein each earth-born tyrant's will, 
And bid the sons of pride be still." 



PSALM XL 

On the Lord my soul depending 
Smiles to hear the tamiting cry, 

" To thy shelt'ring hills ascending, 
Tim'rous bird, make haste and fly I" 

*' Lo, the wicked culls his quiver. 
Bends his bow, and points his dart ; 

From the haunts where none dehver, 
Aiming at the upright heart." 

''When the pjicient pillars tremble. 
Where shall still the righteous cling?" 

Where the saints of God assemble 
Tow'rds their everlasting King ! 

Far o'er earth his eyes are wand'ring. 
Through and through the mortal crowd ; 

E'en the righteous keenly pond'ring. 
Low' ring judgment on the proud. 

Him who tears sweet peace in sunder, 
Him the Lord shall count his foe : 

Tempests hot with flames and thunder 
Hasten to his wild o'erthrow. 

Such the cup that vengeance mingles. 
When our God declares the doom ; 



PSALM XII. 31 

While the just his justice singles, 
Smihng on their dreariest gloom. 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, a Psahii of David." It had 
its origin, probably, like the tliree succeeding Psalms, in the times 
when he fled from the persecutions of Saul. 

To thy sheltering hills ascending. The smaller birds, hunted by 
man upon the plains, or pursued in the open air by the larger and 
more rapacious, take refuge in the thickets of the mountains. 

Tempests hot with flames and thunder. There may be an allu- 
sion to the fiery Simoom, before which whole caravans are swept 
down, and buried in the sands. Bishop Lowth translates this verse ; 

" Defluet super impios prunas ardentes, 
Iguem et sulphur, et ventum urentem : hoc iis poculum exhaurien- 
dum est." 

He shall rain upon them flaming coals, 
Fire, and brimstone, and a burning wmd : 
Tliisisihe cup which they must drink. 
Such the cup that vengeance mingles. This common figure is 
thought to be taken from the ancient custom that the head of the fam- 
ily should pour a cup for each of the household separately, filling it at 
his own pleasiu-e. 



PSALM XIL 



Save, save, O Lord ! on earthly ground 

The good, the faithful fail : 
Friend whispers friend, but false the sound, 

And vile the treach'rous tale. 

With flatt'ring tongues their tale they tell, 

With hearts of smiling guile ; 
The Lord the flatt'ring tongues shall quell. 

And change th' ensnaring smile : 

Though loud they lift their swelling tone, 

" Our words shall mighty be : 
Our unchain' d lips are all our own : 

W^ho rules the spirit free f" 

Thus speaks our God, "I hear the cries 
Of hearts oppress'd and poor ; 



32 PSALM XIII. 

Against the mocker I will rise, 
And fix their home secure." 

Words of the Lord, pure words and fast ! 

So through the furnace glide 
The forms, in molten splendor cast, 

Of silver sev'n times tried. 

Thou, Lord, the impious bands shalt chase 

Who boldly spread them round. 
In days of gloom, when, high in place, 

The shame of men are crown'd. 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician, a Psahn of David, upon the 
eight-stringed harp." 

Of silver scv'n times tried. The number seven is v^ell known to 
be proverbial for many. Nebuchadnezzar gave command " that 
they should heat the furnace one seven times more than it was wont 
to be heated." (Dan. iii. 19.) 



PSALM XIIL 



How long, O Lord, wilt thou forget? forever? 

How long the brightness of thy face o'ershroud? 
How long shall throbbing cares my bosom sever ? 

How long my foes on vict'ry's height be proud ? 

Mark, Lord my God, and hear my deep com- 
plaining : 
Lighten mine eye, lest soon in death it close ; 
Lest, their weak victim's prostrate might dis- 
daining. 
Shout in triumphant joy my godless foes. 

But all my trust hath on thy goodness rested ; 

In thy salvation I shall shout ere long : 
Because the Lord my path with love invested, 

Yet shall I lift to him my grateful song. 



PSALMXIV. 33 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, a Psalm of David." 

Lighten mine eye. In prosperity and joy, all things appear, even 

to tlie outward eye, as if irradiated with light; and darluiess and sorrow 

are united in all our thoughts. 



PSALM XIV. 



The fool saith in his heart, 

*' There is no God to view :" 
They wind their ways with loathsome art, 

And no man's deeds are true. 

From heav'n look'd down the Lord, 

O'er all th' unnumber'd race. 
If any lov'd his wisdom's word, 

Or sought his faithful grace. 

All, all are turn'd away. 

To common ruin run : 
Where'er may fall his eye's keen ra}^, 

None doeth good, not one. 

And know they naught, nor heed. 
Whose hands with crime are red. 

Whose pray'rless wants my flock must feed, 
As feeds their common bread ? 

Fearful shall be their fear, 

For God surrounds the just : 
Who hopes in him your taunts may hear. 

And triumph in his trust. 

Oh, were salvation come 

From Sion's holy King ! 
What joy shall light the exile's home, 

When God his own shall bring ! 

NOTES.— 'Tor the chief musician, a Psalm of David." The 
last verse, however, seems to disprove the correctness of the super- 
scription, and to fix a later date, at a period durmg the misfortiuiea 



34 PSALM XV. 

and captivity of the nation. It is possible, however, that some writer 
at that time might have added that verse to a Psahn of David, which 
had before closed in a different manner. With some little variations, 
the fifty-tliird Psalm is a copy of the fourteenth. 

The fool saith in his heart. In the language of the Scriptures 
iniquity and folly are one. Such is the eternal law, by which the 
true, the beautiful and the good can never be separated. 

All, all arc turned away. This passage is cited by St. Paul, 
(Rom. iii. 11, 12.) as descriptive of the condition of our whole, fallen 
race. In some copies of the Septuagint, in the Vulgate, the Ethiopic, 
the Arabic, and in one or two Hebrew manuscripts, it is followed 
here by the six verses, which follow it in the Epistle to the Romans ; 
and these are also found in the English Psalter. But they were ob- 
viously drawn by the apostle from other places; and were probably 
added to tliis Psalm by Christian transcribers. 

Fearful shall he their fear. The repetition in the original is here 
imitated. 



PSALM XV. 



Lord, who in thy bless'd courts shall dwell ? 

Who on thy holy hill shall rest ? 
Who upright walks ; who labours well ; 

Who speaks the truth with honest breast ; 

Who bears no tale of sland'rous guile ; 

Who frames no ill, nor loves to hear ; 
In whose just eyes the vile are vile, 

And thine own saints are pure and dear ; 

Who keeps the oath that brings him harm, 
Nor swells with cruel gains his store, 

Nor lifts, for gold, the law's high arm : 
Who thus doth stand shall fall no more. 

NOTES. — " A Psalm of David." It is a general opinion that this 
Psalm was composed and sung on the occasion of the transportation 
of the ark from the house of Ubed-Edom to Mount Sion. This is 
extremely probable ; but no such supposition ought to be adopted as 
a certainty, on which the interpreter may build with entire confidence. 

Wlio on thy holy hill shall rest ? The tabernacle was on Mount 
Sion; and the temple, afterwards, on Mount Moriah. From the 
thought of these holy hills of the Lord, the minds of his worsliippers 
rise naturally towards his tluone in the heaven of heavens. 



PSALM XVI. 35 



PSALM XVL 



Keep me, O God ! to thee I fly ; 

To thee my soul would vow : 
Thou art, O Lord, my Lord most High ; 

INIy bhss is naught but thou. 

Thy saints on earth, th' exalted few, 

With them my joy is found : 
On all who other paths pursue 

Shall thorny griefs abound. 

I will not pour the blood they bear, 
Where thy pure altar flames : 

I will not stain my Up in pray'r 
With their polluted names. 

The Lord my gracious portion lends, 
And makes my cup o'erflow ; 

And thy strong pow'r the lot defends, 
Which thy Idnd gifts bestow. 

My lines are fall'n mid all delight, 

A region large and fair : 
Therefore I muse through wakeful night. 

And praise the Lord's dear care. 

I deem the Lord before me still. 

At my right hand, to aid ; 
And joys my heart, unmov'd by ill. 

And triumphs, undismay'd. 

My flesh shall rest in silent hope, 

For thou my soul shalt free, 
Thine holy one's dark chamber ope, 

And bid corruption flee ; 

And on the path of life shalt guide, 
And to thy presence bring. 



36 PSALM XVII. 

Where gladness pours its swelling tide, 
W^nd ceaseless pleasures spring. 

NOTES.— "A Writing of David." The testimony of St. Peter 
(Acts ii. 25 — 30.) and St. Paul (Acts xiii. 35 — 37.) determines the 
purely prophetic and Messianic meaning of this Psahn. 

To thee my soul xconUl vow. There is, in the original, too great 
an abruptness in the change of address, to be easily transferred into 
English verse. 

My hliss is naught hut thou. This is the version of Symmachus 
and of the Chaldee Paraphrase, and is generally approved by the 
best among the modern commentators. 

/ iciil not pour the hlood they hear. The Saviour, as the only 
high-priest, declares that he will not oifer the drinli-offerings of the 
wicked ; which are viewed by the Almighty with the same detestation 
as if they were composed of tlie blood which their hands have shed, 
or that which the heathen sometimes mingled with wine in their 
sacrifices. 

My lines are falVn mid all delight. Measuring-lines were used in 
the division of lands. So Amos (vii. 17.) 

" Thy land shall be divided by line." 

My flesh shall rest in silent hope. This and the following verse, 
whether interpreted, in the primary sense, of the hope of David, or 
applied exclusively to the Redeemer, are ample evidence, unless the 
authority of the apostles be rejected, that both the immortality of the 
soul, and the resurrection of the body, were known to the ancient 
Hebrews. 



PSALM XVII. 



O righteous Lord, hear thou the right, 
And mark my pray'r's imploring cry : 

From no false lips it takes its flight ; 

Then bow thine ear, and hear on high. 

Send forth my upright doom from thee ; 

And shield the truth from tyrant pow'rs : 
Thine eyes my heart's deep motions see, 

See e'en in midnight's loneliest hours. 

There, thou hast found no vain deceit : 
I bade my mouth from guile recoil ; 



PSALM XVII. 37 

And through thy word I kept my feet 

From man's dark paths of crime and spoil. 

Oh, hold me in thy sacred ways, 

Lest these weak footsteps slide and fall: 

Thou answ'ring God, my voice I raise ; 
IncHne thine ear, and hear my call. 

Shew far abroad thy wondrous grace, 

Thou, whose right hand is strong to bear 

Through hostile hosts the chosen race. 
Who own thy right, and trust thy care. 

Guard, as the tender eye we guard ; 

Hide, in the shadow of thy wing; 
From foul oppressors, bold and hard. 
Who gird me close, in deadly ring. 

With lux'ry swell'd, proud things they say ; 

My guiltless steps they compass round ; 
As lurking lions, hot for prey, 

They watch, to tear me to the ground. 

Rise, mighty Lord, their pride to quell ; 

And let thy sword my safety ope : 
Let th}^ right ha,nd the ranks repel. 

Who seek on earth their loftiest hope ; 

Whose whole brief portion here is stor'd ; 

Whose veins o'erflow with prosp'rous health ; 
Whose offspring gay surround their board, 

And share, at last, their fleeting wealth. 

Far other, better wealth be mine. 

Thy face in holy worlds to see ; 
Contented with that joy divine. 

When I shall wake, and be like thee. 

NOTES.—" A prayer of David." 

Guard, as the tender eye we guard. The apple of the eye' is pro- 
verbial in Hebrew, for an object defended or watched with the most 
prompt and minute attention. Thus, (Deut. xxxii. 10.) 
4 



38 PSALM XVIII. 

" He led him about, he instructed him, 
He kept him as the apple of his eye," 
And, (Prov. vii. 2.) 

" Keep' my commandments, and live ; 
And my law, as the apple of thine eye." 
Hide, in the shadoic of thy icing. Merrick has here adopted the 
words of Bishop Ken ; 

" And keep, oh keep me. King of Kings, 
Under thine own almighty wings." 
Far otMr, hotter wealth be mine. I have not hesitated to express 
what seemed to me, beyond all question, the expectation of the 
Psalmist; that he should awake in a world of heavenly joy. The 
paraphrase of this passage by Dr. Watts, is tlie finest portion, except 
one, ofallliis Psalms, 

" What sinners value, I resign ; 
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; 
I shall behold thy blissful face. 
And stand complete in righteousness. 

This life's a dream, an empt}' show ; 
But the bright world, to which I go. 
Hath joys substantial and sincere ; 
When shall I wake, and find me there ? 

glorious hour, O blest abode ! 

1 shall be near and like my God ; 
And flesh and sin no more control 
The sacred pleasure of my soul. 

My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound : 
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, 
And in my Saviour's image rise." 



PSALM XVIII. 

I will love thee, Lord my might ; 
Lord, my rock and castled height ; 
Thee, my God and rescuing guide, 
Thee, the hold where safe I hide. 
Thee, my shield and shelt'ring pow'r. 
Thee, my hope's embattled towV. 
Glorious Lord, to thee I cry, 
And my foes before thee fly. 



PSALM XVIII. 39 

Snares of death beset my road ; 
Waves of ruin howling flow'd : 
Snares of hell were thick around ; 
Death's dark nets bestrew' d the ground : 
To the Lord, from thronging woes, 
To my God my cry arose ; 
From his temple heard he all, 
And his ear receiv'd my call. 

Then the broad earth roll'd and reel'd, 
And the trembling mountains peal'd ; 
Swell' d from far his fury's smoke ; 
Forth the vengeful flashes broke ; 
Kindhng coals of wasting wrath 
All along his downward path ; 
While the low'ring heav'ns he bow'd, 
Tramphng on the thick, dark cloud. 

On the cherub's wing he pass'd, 
On the pinions of the blast : 
Darkness deep around him went ; 
Clouds and waters were his tent : 
Rush'd the storm before his light, 
Hail, and coals of fiery flight : 
Broke from heav'n his thund'ring ire. 
Hail, and coals whose flight was fire. 

From his shafts the guilty fled. 
From his lightnings hid their head : 
Bare the waves' deep channels lay ; 
Earth's foundations rose to day ; 
At thy breath. Almighty Lord, 
At thy wrath's rebuldng word : 
Then, mid many waters' roar. 
He, from heav'n, my head upbore. 

Many w^ere my foes, and strong ; 
But the Lord repeU'd their wrong : 
Round they clos'din trouble's day; 
But the Lord was still my stay. 



40 PSALM XVIII. 

From their snares he brought me clear, 
For he lov'd my heart sincere ; 
And, because my hands were clean, 
Rich the Lord's reward hath been. 

For I kept his righteous way ; 
From my God I dar'd not stray ; 
Ever looking on his will ; 
Clinging to his statutes still ; 
Upright in his sight I stood. 
And my tempting sin subdued : 
Thus, because my hands were clean, 
Rich the Lord's reward hath been. 

Good to bless the good art thou ; 
Upright tow'rds the upright brow ; 
Pure amidst the pure of heart ; 
Subtly thwarting subtle art : 
Thou wilt save the mourning race. 
And the eye of pride abase : 
Thou ilium' St my candle bright ; 
God shall make my darkness light. 

I, by thee, an host assail'd, 
By my God a rampart scal'd ! 
God in perfect paths shall guide ; 
For his word is pure and tried : 
He his shelt'ring shield extends 
Strong around his trusting friends : 
Who, save him, is Lord divine ? 
Who a God and Rock, but mine ? 

Girds me he to stand, and speed. 
Where his path of love shall lead, 
O'er the hills, as sure and fleet, 
As the hind's impatient feet. 
Teaches he my arm to wield 
Brazen bow and saving shield ; 
And, upheld by might from thee, 
Feeble steps were firm and free. 



PSALM XVIII. 41 

Gilt by thee, I well pursued ; 
Smote, and coiiquer'd, and subdued. 
Fell to earth the rebel foe, 
And the neck of pride was low : 
Loud for aid in vain they cried ; 
To the Lord, and none replied : 
While, as dust, their strength I beat, 
Dust that strews the windy street. 

Thou hast quell'd the hosts that warr'd ; 
Thou hast made me king and lord : 
Unknow^n realms my name obey, 
Strangers bow beneath my sway ; 
Strangers, trembling at mypow'rs, 
Hide within their fastness tow'rs. 
Lives the Lord, my Rock above, 
Bless'd be my Deliverer's love ! 

God the righteous doom has sent ; 
Mighty nations low have bent : 
O'er my foes my throne he rais'd : 
Therefore shall the Lord be prais'd ! 
Mid the Gentiles I will sing 
Him who saves his chosen king, 
His anointed crowns with grace, 
David and his endless race. 



NOTES. — " For the chief musician, from the servant of the Lord, 
from David, who spake to the Lord the words of this song, in the day 
when the Lord had deUvered him from the hand of all his enemies, 
and from the hand of Saul. And he said." This inscription is also 
found, except the first direction to the master of the music, in the 
second Book of Samuel (xxii. 1.) where the Psalm itself, with some 
variations, is hkewise inserted. It is a triumphal strain, apparently 
composed by the king towards the end of hit reign and of his life, in 
the fulness of his fervent gratitude. 

Snares of death beset my road. It hardly needs to be said, that this 
and the following verses, with their splendour of imagery, are de- 
scriptive only of extreme distress and divine deliverance, without any 
design to represent the circumstances of either. The poet here be- 
holds himselfin the midst of deadly perils, and ready to sink into tlie 
dark domiziion of the grave. 
4* 



42 PSALM XVIII. 

From his temple Jieard he all. 

" Coeli tonitralia templa." 

" The thund'ring temple of the sky." Lucret. Lib. i. 
Tlten the broad earth rolVd and red'd. The origmal has a similar 
alliteration. 

While ilie lowering heavens he hotc^d. When the tempest approach- 
es, the clouds seem to stoop toward the earth, and the sky itself to 
descend. 

" Ruit arduus aether." 

The lofty heav'n comes down. 

This is the passage so nobly versified by Sternhold. 
*' The Lord descended from above, and bowed the heavens high ; 
And underneath liis feet he cast the darkness of the sky. 
On cherubs and on cherubim full royally he rode, 
And on the wings of all the winds came flying all abroad." 

Rushed tJie storm before his light. The presence of the Lord him- 
self is represented as full of light and gloi7 ; while the dark tempest 
of his anger sweeps on, before him and around him. 

Hail, and coals tchose flight was fire. Houbigant, Kennicott and 
Bishop Lowth doubt the genuineness of this repetition, " hailstones 
and coals of fire ;" as not found in the parallel place in Samuel, nor 
in the Septuagint or the old Italic version. Bishop Horsley would 
rather omit the words, where they first occur. 

Tfwu ilium'' st my candle bright. A favourite figure for happiness. 

" How oft is the candle of the wicked put out !" (Job xxi. 17.) 

'' The candle of the wicked shall be put out." (Prov. xxiv. 20.) 

Girds me he to stand and speed. The hiisbandman girded himself 
with a belt or girdle for his labour ; the soldier for battle ; and the 
messenger for his journey. Swiftness of foot was anciently esteemed 
one of the chief excellencies of a hero ; and Homer ascribes it to 
Achilles. The Gadite champions are said (1 Chron. xii. 8.) to have 
been " as swift as the roes upon the mountains ;" and Asahel (2 Sam. 
ii. 18.) *' was as light of foot as a wild roe." 

Brazen bow and saving shield. To be able to bend a bow of brass 
would be a proof of the highest physical force. Whether bows 
were ever made of brass, has been doubted; but a brazen sword has 
been found, which shews that the ancients had a mode of tempering 
brass to thehardiiess of steel. The translation which is here given is 
generally preferred to that which sjieaks of breaking the bow. Bishop 
Lowth, however, justifies the version, "a bow of steel." 

Mid the Gentiles I icill sing. St. Paul has cited this passage (Rom. 
XV. 9.) in such a manner that the Psalm must be, or at least may be, 
understood, in its highest sense, of the victory and enthronement of 
Christ. 



PSALM XIX. 43 



PSALM XIX. 

The heav'ns proclaim thy glory, Lord ; 
The starry skies thy sldll record : 
And day to day the anthem swells, 
And night to night high knowledge tells. 

Naught hides the word, or stays the strain ; 
Their music rings o'er land and main : 
And utmost earth has heard the sound, 
And unknown nature's utmost bound. 

There, set on high, the gorgeous sun 
From radiant halls exults to run ; 
A bridegroom from his nuptial place, 
A strong man girded for the race. 

From heav'n's far bound his journey goes ; 
At heav'n's far bound his circuits close ; 
And all is fair beneath his ray, 
And all is warm with hfe and day. 

The Lord's converting law is pure ; 
The Lord's eniight'ning witness, sure ; 
The Lord's enliv'ning precepts, right; 
The Lord's command.ment, radiant light; 

The Lord's clean fear is endless youth ; 
The Lord's just judgments, spotless truth ; 
Far richer than the golden ore, 
Far sweeter than the honey'd store. 

Safe with such guides, thy servant treads ; 
And large rewards their path outspreads : 
But w^io can count what steps mp.y slide ? 
Oh, cleanse the sins that deepest hide ! 

But chief my suppliant soul restrain 
From bolder crime's presumptuous reign : 



44 PSALMXIX. 

So, upright shall I walk with thee, 
So, guilt's dread blight forever flee. 

The words that e'er my lips may part. 
The thoughts that e'er may stir my heart, 
Let none thy holy presence mock, 
Lord, m}^ Redeemer and my Rock ! 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, a Psahn of David." It cele- 
l)ratesthe two harnionious souixes of divine kuow^ledge ; the works 
and tlie word of God. 

And night to night high knoiclcdge tells. In Hesiod's Theogonia, 
night and day are represented as addressing or saluting each other. 

*06i yu| T£ Koit t^f^.e^ot. ccttov laa-xt 

^A?i>^Xcci TT^oa-seiTTov' — V. 747. 

Where, near approaching, mutual converse held 

The night and day. 

Naught hides the icord, or stays the strain. I have adopted the 
idea of Venema and De Wette ; " theirs is not a speech or language, 
whose voice cannot be heard ;" althougli I was much disposed to 
choose that of several other writers, so beautifully expressed in tlie 
paraphrase of Addison; 

" What though no real voice or sound 
Amidst their radiant orbs be found, 
In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice." 

The apostle Paul (Rom. x. 18.) applies the language of this verse 
to the propagation of die truth, through the messengers of Christ. 

A bridegroom from his nuptial place. For, the sun is welcomed 
by all living things, as the bridegroom was greeted by his friends, 
when he came forth, clothed in splendid garments, and ready to enter 
on tlie festivities that followed the imptials. 

The Lord^s converting laic is jnire. It is as if the poet had said, 
" not less is the glory of God revealed in his holy commandments." 
The transition is justified by this resemblance. 

The Lord's clean fear is endless youth. He that feareth the Lord 
endureth forever. 

But wlu) can count ichat steps may slide ? Bishop Bull adopted 
these words, in his la^st sickness, at the conclusion of a most solemn 
review of his life. 



PSALM XX. 45 



PSALM XX. 

God hear thee in thy day of grief, 

And Jacob's God defend ; 
Send from his holy place relief, 

Support from Sion send ; 

Remember how to him aspire 
Thine ofF'rings and thy pray'rs ; 

Grant thee thy heart's most bold desire. 
And answer to thy cares. 

In thy salvation's promis'd gift 

E'en now we dare rejoice : 
Our banners in God's name we lift ; 

God answer to thy voice ! 

Now know I that the Lord will fight 

For his Anointed's band, 
Hear from his heav'n's most holy height, 

And stretch his strong right hand. 

Some trust their chariots' wedg'd array, 

And some their warlilve steeds ; 
The Lord's great name is all our stay. 

And God our vict'ry leads. 

Chariot and steed, o'erthrown they fall ; 

We stand, and upward rise : 
Save, Lord, and hear us when we call, 

King of the earth and skies ! 

NOTES. — "For the chief musician, a Psalm of David." It seems 
to have been prepared to be sung by the assembled people, when 
the king went forth, at the head of his host, to war. 

And ansicer to thy cares. They desire that the "counsel" of the 
monarch might be "fulfilled;" his designs crowned with perfect 
success. 

Our banners in God's nayne we lift. The Maccabees are said to 
have received their name from the initial letters of the inscription on 
their barmers, which in the Hebrew, are those of the sentence, (Exod. 
XV. 11.) " who is Uke unto thee, O Lord, among the gods '/" 



46 PSALM XXI. 



PSALM XXL 

O Lord, in thy victorious might 

Shall joy the rescued king : 
Oh, how his voice of loud delight 

Shall thy salvation sing ! 

His heart's desire, his lips' request. 
Thy love would naught withhold ; 

But all his path with goodness bless'd, 
And crown' d his brow with gold. 

He ask'd for life : that love be stow' d 

Eternal length of days ; 
And thy salvation spread his road 

To kingly state and praise. 

Blessing and bless'd, while ages fly, 

He sees thy beaming face : 
He cannot fall, O Lord most high, 

Who gloried in thy grace. 

Thy strong rigiit hand shall reach thy foes ; 

And thy devouring ire 
Shall wrap them round, as whirls and glows 

The raging furnace fire. 

Thy blast their early fruit shall chill, 
And quench their wasted seed : 

Fortow'rds thy throne their pow'rless will 
Had aim'd the rebel deed. 

So shall their shoulder turn in flight, 
When thou shalt draw the string : 

Arise, O Lord, in thine own might, 
And we thy might shall sin< 



t 



NOTES.— "For the chief musician, a Psahn of David." The 
people rejoice in the prosperity of their victorious and happy sove- 



PSALM XXII. 47 

reign. Perhaps this Psahn was sung on some festival ; possibly on 
the anniversary of the day when David was anointed, or when he 
ascended the throne. The ancient Hebrew interpreters judged 
rightly, however, in believing that it foreshewed also the praises of 
the Messiah. 

Eternal length of days. As the gift evidently transcended the 
request, and the request was for length of life, it is impossible to 
avoid here the Messianic interpretation, which even Rosenmueller 
approves. 

And quench their ucasted seed. I have been willing to preserve 
whatever ambiguity the language of the original might here offer. 

So shall their shoulder turn in flight. Bishop Horsley and some 
others favour the following translation of this passage ; '' thou shalt 
make them a butt," or target, " for thine arrows." The Lord is 
painted as a mighty and sure archer, at the sight of whose bended 
bow, according to the common version, his enemies flee away. 



PSALM XXII. 

My God, my God, afar, alone, 

Why leav'st thou me unheard to groan ? 

My God, all day in vain I cry. 

Nor night can soothe my weary sigh. 

Yet thou art holy ; and thy seat 
Is where the songs of Israel meet : 
With trust our fathers call'd thy name ; 
With trust, and thy deliv'rance came. 

They were not sham'd ; but I am base, 
A worm, an outcast from my race ; 
The scorn of men whose impious crowd 
Look on my pains, and mock aloud. 

They shoot the lip, the head they w^ave ; 
" He trusted in the Lord to save ; 
Upon the Lord he cast his care ; 
Then, hear the Lord his fav'rite's pray'r." 

Yet art thou he whose hand from naught 
To life my infant members brought : 



48 PSALM XXII. 

And when I clasp' d my mother's breast, 
Thou wert my God, and thou my rest. 

Oh, go not far, for trouble nears, 
And none save thee in aid appears : 
Strong bulls of Bashan gird me round, 
And ramping lions toss the ground. 

My limbs, my heart, melt fast away ; 
My strength departs, as dries the clay ; 
With parching tongue, I pant for breath. 
Brought downward to the dust of death. 

Dogs rage around, the vile, the fierce ; 
My bleeding hands and feet they pierce ; 
On my spent form wdth joy they stare, 
And with the lot my vesture share. 

Oh, go not far, my strength, my Lord : 
Make haste to save me from the sword : 
From dogs, from lions, shield my life, 
And bear me from the bulls' wild strife. 

I'll tell thy name with joyous song 
Amidst my brethren's gath'ring throng : 
Oh, praise and fear that name divine. 
Thou seed of Israel's honour' d line. 

He will not laugh when mourners mourn ; 
He will not mock with loathing scorn ; 
He will not turn his face away ; 
But hears the humblest lips that pray. 

My song of praise for thee shall sound. 
Where ransom' d saints adore around : 
And where thy host in bliss shall bow, 
Shall stand redeem' d my grateful vow. 

There, the meek sufF'rer shall rejoice. 
Feast in thy love, and lift his voice : 
The heart that pray'd, in praise shall soar, 
And beat with life that dies no more. 



PSALM XXII. 49 

Earth's utmost bounds shall hear and turn, 
All tribes and realms thy worship learn ; 
For God the Lord all empire owns, 
And rules amidst their thousand thrones. 

All, all shall kneel : the rich of earth 
Shall feast and bow in hallow' d mirth, 
And they who down to dust draw nigh, 
And scarce can stay th' expiring sigh. 

A seed shall serve him, rising fair ; 

The Lord's own name their race shall bear : 

And unborn lines of sire and son 

Shall tell what deeds the Lord hath done. 



NOTES. — " For the chief musician ; to the Hind of the Morning; 
a Psalm of David." It is probable that this Psalm and others were to 
be sung to particular tunes or melodies, which sometimes received 
their names from other songs, to wliich they had been originally 
adapted. Such a tune may have been known by the name of ^'the 
Hind of the Morning;" an Oriental figure, fierhaps, for the dawn- 
ing day ; and the name may have been derived from some words of 
the original song. There are Eastern poems or other writings, called 
" the Bright Star," " the Rosebush," " the Lion of the Forest," 

This is a clear and undoubted prophecy of the suffering Saviour; 
and, as such, was sung, from the earhest ages, on the amiiversary of 
the crucifixion. It is even difticult to believe that it could have had 
its origin from any circumstances in the life of David. 

A Paraphrase of this Psalm exercised the talents and faith of Bos- 
suet, in the intervals of ease which liis last siclaiess allowed. 

3Iy God, my God, afar, alone. The words of which these are so 
faint a translation, are more than doubly consecrated by their utter- 
ance on the cross. How infinite was the spiritual anguish which 
wrung them from perfect patience ! 

They shoot the Up, the head they wave. These gestures were the 
conmion language of Eastern derision. Thus, (Job xvi. 10.) 
" They have gaped upon me with their mouth, 
They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully." 

So, in the reproof of Semiacherib (2 Kings xix. 21.) 
" The daughter of Jemsalem hath shaken her head at thee." 

The history of the passion of our Lord is the best conunentary 
upon all this description. 

Strong bulls of Bashan gird me round Bashan was a country of 
rich pastures ; and from its hills came a race of such fierce and 
mighty animals, as might well furnish a figure to represent cruel and 
insolent persecutors. 

5 



50 PSALM XXIII. 

My limbs, my heart, melt fast away. Ovid has the same figure ; 
(e Ponto, Lib. i. Ep. ii. v. 57.) 

" Sic mea perpetiiis liquescunt pectora curis, 
Iguibiis admotis iit nova cera solet." 
So melts my breast with ceaseless, anxious woe, 
As melts the wax before the fiery glow. 
My strength departs, as dries the clay. The moisture of a vessel 
of clay, yielding to the heat in which it is placed by the potter, is com- 
pared witli tlie departing vigour of the sufterer. 

Dogs rage around, the vile, the fierce. The ferocity of the dogs 
in the East is mentioned by various travellers. Denon says that, in 
Egypt, he no longer recognized in tlie dog " the friend of man, the 
attached and faithful companion." " He does not know him whose 
house he protects ; and devours his corpse without repugnance." 

And bear me from the bulVs icild strife. The measure has induced 
me to adopt the translation of De Wette, who supposes the animal 
here named to be a kind of wild ox or buftalo, and to correspond 
with the bulls of Bashan, which had been introduced before. 
Schultens and Michaehs, also, take it for a species of wild bull. 

ril tell thy name icith joyous song. This sudden transition from 
the depths of agony to a joyful and exulting strain expresses aptly 
the triumphant expectation in which our Saviour at last commended 
his spirit to the Father. 



PSALM XXIII. 



The Lord is my sliepherd ; I ne'er shall have need : 
He gives me my couch on the green, quiet mead ; 
He leads me beside the still waters ; and brings 
His wand'rer to pathways where righteousness 
springs. 

And though through the valley of death's gloomy 

shade 
Thou call'st me to journey, I am not afraid : 
No ill shall befall me, with thee at my side, 
Thy crook for my comfort, thy staff for my guide. 

Thou spread' st me a banquet in eye of my foes ; 
Thou crown' St me with oil; and my cup over- 
flows : 
So, goodness and grace shall my footsteps entwine, 
And God's holy dwelling shall ever be mine. 



PSALM XXIV. 51 

NOTES.—" A Psalm of David." 

TJie Lord is my shepherd. The frequency of this beautiful figure 
in the Scriptures makes it familiar to all; and its adoption by "the 
good Shepherd, who gave his hfe for the sheej)," renders this Psahn 
a pecuharly delightful expression of Christian confidence. 

The valley of death's gloomy shade. Morier says, that " m the 
neighbourhood of Ispahan, there is a valley of unparalleled desola- 
tion and dreariness, which is called the valley of the angel of death." 
There is no reason, however, to imagine any allusion in the text to 
a place ui Palestine, liiiowu by a similar name. Any extreme dis- 
tress seems to be denoted ; but especially the most awful and last 
Bishop Home observes that, " to apprehend the scenery in this verse, 
we must conceive the church mihtant and the church triumphant, as 
two mountains, between which lieth the valley of the shadow of 
death, necessary to be passed by those who would go from one to the 
otlier." 

Thy crook for my comfort. The crook was used to sustain the 
lambs, and draw thera near the flock. 

ThoK spread' St me a hnnquct. Here the figure is changed ; and 
the saint is seen as a guest in the house of God, feasted with the 
abundance of divine blessings, and anointed with the fragrant oil, 
wliich was the token of honour and joy. 



PSALM XXIV. 

Earth is the Lord's, its treasur'd heaps, 

And all its peopling throng : 
He fix'd it on the mighty deeps, 

And on the torrents strong. 

Who shall ascend the Lord's fair hill? 

Who near his shrine remain f 
The clean of hands, the pure of will, 

The soul nor false nor vain : 

On such the Lord's rich blessing falls, 

The just Deliv'rer's grace : 
Such, God of Jacob, seek thy halls, 

Seek thy most glorious face. 

Lift high your heads, ye heav'nly gates ; 
Spread your eternal arch : 



52 P S A L ]M X X I V. 

While his bright mansion op'ning waits 
The King of glory's march ! 

Who is the King of glory ? who ? 

The Lord, the strong in might : 
The Lord, who ev'ry foe o'erthrew, 

Strong in victorious fight. 

Lift high your heads, ye heav'nly gates ; 

Ye doors eternal, spread : 
While his bright mansion op'ning waits 

The King of glory's tread ! 

Who is this King of glory ? who ? 

The Lord of heav'nly hosts : 
His kingly glory heav'n shall view, 

And earth, through all her coasts. 

NOTES. — " A Psalm of David." The occasion of its composition 
was probably the removal of the ark to Mount Sion. It seems to 
bear, in its construction, the evidence that it was chanted by alternate 
choirs, as the solemn procession ascended to the sanctuary. The 
division made by Bishop Horsley is the following. First, the chorus 
sing the opening stanza. The question in the second stanza is asked 
by a single voice ; and the reply, including the last two lines of that 
stanza, and the first two of the next, is given by a second voice. The 
last two lines of the third stanza come from the chorus. A semi- 
chorus chants the next stanza ; a single voice asks the question im- 
mediately succeeding it ; and another voice replies. The same is 
repeated ; and the last two lines of the Psalm are the conclusion by 
the whole choir. 

Earth is the Lord's, its treasured heaps. This is cited by St. Paul. 
(1 Cor. X. 26.) 

He fix^d it on the mighty deeps. So obvious a representation of 
the structure of the earth would very naturally be familiar in an early 
age ; and yet it conveys, as a poetical expression, no contradiction to 
maturer science. 

Lift high your heads, ye heav'nly gates. There is here something 
far higher than the earthly tabernacle. It is the ascension of the 
triumphant Saviour to the glory which he had with the Father, 
before the world was ; and to the mediatorial throne. The noble 
paraphrase of Watts, in his Lyrics, will readily occur to the reader. 
" There his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay ; 
'Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, 
Ye everlasting doors, give way !' " 



PSALM XXV. 53 

Almost the very words of the Psalmist are employed by Callima- 
chxis in celebrating the approach of Apollo to his temple ; and Mr. 
Merrick thinks it worthy of inquiry, whether they may not have been 
copied from this Psalm. 

^AvTov vuv KXTo^t}Si uvXKXivsT^e TTvXetav 

Hymn in Apoll. v. 6. 
Now ope, ye gates, to him your portals high, 
And ope, ye bars ; for lo, the God is nigh ! 



PSALM XXV. 



Aspires my soul to thee, O Lord ; 

My hopes on thee, my God, repose : 
Be never shame those hopes' reward ; 

Nor give the triumph to my foes. 

Come shame on none that wait on thee, 
But on the crowds that joy in ill : 

Direct me thy just ways to see, 
And lead me in thy perfect will. 

Expecting thy delivering feet, 

My God, I hark from morn till eve : 

Forget not thou thy mercies sweet, 
Nor e'er thine ancient favour leave. 

Grace is thine own ; in grace forget 
My rebel steps, my wand'ring youth : 

Hold me in kind remembrance yet, 
And lead a sinner in thy truth. 

Just is the Lord ; in judgment's hour 
His hand shall guard th' afflicted cause : 

Kind is the Lord ; and kind his pow'r 
Enfolds the heart that loves his laws. 

Lord, for thy sake blot out my shame, 
Though broad and deep its blackness be 



54 PSALM XXV. 

Mine be his lot who fears thy name, 
And free and peaceful walks with thee. 

No ill shall shake his household shrine; 

His seed their own fair land shall hold ; 
On such the faithful Lord shall shine, 

Till all his secret truth be told. 

Patient, I keep my Lord in sight ; 

He from the snare my feet shall free : 
Return with thy bright mercy's light. 

And all my dark'ning troubles see. 

See how my heart's sad path they crowd ; 

See all my foes array 'd for strife : 
They hate with hatred fierce and loud : 

Forgive my sin ; redeem my life ! 

Up to thy throne my hopes arise ; 

Thy truth and grace my shield bestow^ : 
Waiting on thee, my spirit cries. 

Redeem thine Israel, Lord, from woe ! 

NOTES.—" A Psalm of David." This is the first of the acrostical 
or alphabetic Psalms. In these, the verses are nrade to begin with 
the letters of the Hebrew alphabet in their succession. It has seemed 
to me that the spirit of the original would best be preserved, by ad- 
hering to the same rule in the translation. There is, occasionally, in 
the Hebrew, an omission of a single letter in its order. The writer 
allowed himself this latitude ; and the same liberty is found conven- 
ient m transferring the acrostic into our own language. 

My rebel steps, my wancVring youth. How few are there, who 
are not constrained, in remembrance of the thoughtlessness and in- 
gratitude of their early days, to feel the peculiar emphasis of prayers 
like these ! 

TUl all his secret truth he told. Seoresy is the sure mark of close 
intimacy ; and the secret of the Lord is his most endearing evidence 
of favour. 



PSALM XXVI. 55 



PSALM XXVI. 



Judge me, O Lord most high, 
For I in pureness tried 
Have walk'd, beUeving thou wert nigh, 
And shall not slide : 
Search me, O Lord, and try. 
Try thou my reins and heart ; 
For, from thy love and truth mine eye 
Shall ne'er depart. 

I sit not with the vain. 

Nor tread mid crafty feet ; 
I hate the impious crowd profane, 
The scoffer's seat : 
I'll w^ash my hands from stain, 
And compass round thy shrine. 
And sing thy works in joyful strain, 
Thy works divine. 

Lord, I have lov'd the place 

Where thou hast fix'd thy throne. 
Where the bright glory of thy grace 
Around me shone : 
Not with the guilty race 

Sweep thou my forfeit life ; 
Not with the men of brib'ry base. 
And bloody strife. 

So I in pureness tried 

My peaceful way will go : 
Be thou a Saviour at my side. 
And mercy show : 
While thou my step shalt guide, 
I tread in even ways ; 
Till with thy people I abide, 
And sing thy praise. 



56 PSALM XXVII. 

NOTES.—" A Psalm of David." 

Try tJiou my reins and lieart. The Hebrew phraseology makes 
the reins or bowels the seat of the affections. 

Lord, IJuLve lov'd the place. Here, tlie version of Merrick is ex- 
cellent ; 

" How oft, instinct with warmth divine, 

Thy threshold have I trod ! 
How lov'd the couns whose walls enshrine 

The glory of my God !" 

I tread in evemcays. These are the figurative expression of that 
clear guidance and blessed peace, which are afforded by the divine 
commandments. 



PSALM XXVIL 



The Lord is my salvation's light : 

What brings my heart alarm ? 
The Lord is all my spirit's might : 

Who, who, shall work me harm ? 

On came the wicked's rushing pow'r, 

Th' oppressor and the foe : 
They "came, to trample and devour ; 

They fell, and grovell'd low. 

Though hosts their camp against me spread, 

My soul shall fear no ill ; 
Though war uprear its angry head, 

My hope shall triumph still. 

One boon my pray'rs from God request, 

And trust his grace to give ; 
That in his temple's holy rest 

I all my years may live. 

There, I shall see his radiance fair. 

And on his glory gaze ; 
And find my quiet refuge there 

In evil's gloomiest days. 



PSALM XXVII. 57 

He bids me safe, in still repose, 

In his pavilion lie ; 
He, on a rock o'er all my foes, 

Exalts my head on high. 

So I, within his house of pray'r, 

Will grateful off 'rings bring ; 
Fill with my strains that sacred air, 

And God's high praises sing. 

Hear thou my voice, that humbly cries, 

And answ'ring favour speak ! 
" Seek ye my face !" my heart rephes. 

Thy face, O Lord, I seek. 

Nor hide thy face, with wrathful brow, 

Nor be my pray'r abhorr'd : 
Till now my help, forsake not now. 

My Saviour, and my Lord ! 

Father and mother may forsake ; 

The Lord shall then sustain : 
Oh, guide me. Lord, thy way to take, 

And let that way be plain. 

For, many foes w^ould hem my path, 

And men of falsehood rise : 
Oh, give me not to slake their wrath. 

That breathes but threats and lies. 

Had I not hop'd thy love to see, 

Nor life's fair land depart ! 
Wait on the Lord, and he shall free ; 

Wait on the Lord, my heart ! 

NOTES.— " A Psalm of David." 

Seek ye my face. The peculiarity of this passage in the original 
may justify the apparent abruptness, by which it is here imitated. 

Had I not hop'd thy love to see. No supply of the ellipsis here can 
fail to diminish the strength of the exclamation. 



5S PSALM XXVIII. 



PSALM XXVIII. 

On thee I call, O Lord my Rock ; 

Oh, turn not, while I crave ; 
Lest, if thy silence seem to mock, 

I journey tow'rds the grave. 

Lest, with the nameless dwellers there, 

I find my last long home. 
See my spread hands, and hear my pray'r, 

That seek thy sacred dome. 

Nor snatch me hence with yonder crowd, 

The men of secret sin. 
Whose words of peace are fair and loud, 

While treach'ry lurks within. 

Reward them as their hearts have plann'd ; 

On them their treach'r}^ crown : 
They have not own'd the Lord's high hand ; 

That hand shall sweep them down. 

Prais'd be the Lord ! He heard my voice. 

The Lord, my buckler strong : 
My trusting heart shall loud rejoice. 

And loud my grateful song. 

The Lord is his anointed' s might : 

Oh, save thy people true : 
Refresh them with thy pure delight, 

And bear them conqu'ring through. 

NOTES.— " A Psalm of David." 

Sec my spread hands, and hear imj prayW. The gesture of extending 
tlie liands towards heaven in prayer, is natural and general. iEschylua 
speaks of 

" Vows with outstretched hands." 
Praised be tJie Lord ! He heard my voice. If Psalms like this, in 
which fervent supplication for deliverance is followed by ascriptions 



PSALM XXIX. 59 

of praise, had really their origin in any special danger, temporal or 
spiritual, of the Psalmist, it must be supposed that, in most instances, 
they were composed after the deliverance. The poet would then 
bring before his imagination, in the liveliest manner, the peril from 
which he had been rescued, and liis earnest cries for reUef. 



PSALM XXIX. 



Give unto the Lord, ye sons of might, 

Honor and strength and fame ; 
Give unto the Lord his endless right, 
His worship, of holy beauty bright. 

The honour of his name. 

The voice of the Lord is on the deep ; 

The God of glory calls : 
The Lord is upon the waves' wild heap ; 
The voice of the Lord, its thunders sweep 

Through heav'n's re-echoing halls. 

The voice of the Lord majestic takes 

O'er Lebanon its way : 
The voice of the Lord the cedars breaks ; 
Like a leaping calf, old Sirion shakes, 

Like unicorns at play. 

The voice of the Lord, mid flames it goes ; 

It wakes the desert lair ; 
The voice of the Lord wild Kadesh Imows ; 
The voice of the Lord bows down the does ; 

And strips the forest bare. 

His glory is told, where high he reigns. 

Whose throne can never cease ; 
The Lord, who rides on the wat'ry plains, 
The Lord, who his people's strength maintains, 

Who gives his people peace. 

NOTES.— "A Psalm of David." The Septuagintadds, "at leaving 
the tent ;" from which Rosenmueller conjectures that the Jews were 



60 PSALM XXX. 

accustomed to sing it at the close of the feast of tabernacles. It is a 
bold and sublime description of the glory and power of God, displayed 
in one of tliose strong tempests, which often sweep over the Holy 
Land. 

Give unto the Lord, ye sons of might. The highest princes of the 
earth, and the mighty angels, may be supposed to be united in this 
form of address. 

The voice of the Lord is on the deep. It is hardly necessary to say, 
that the thunder and the blast are represented as the awful voice of the 
Most High. Perhaps, the waters may here be the collected rains 
and clouds ; but it is easy to imagine the tempest rushing from the 
Mediterranean. 

The voice of the Lord tlic cedars breaks. The cedars of Lebanon are 
proverbial for their stupendous sixperiority amongst trees. Maun- 
drell saw one of the few ancient ones that have remained till modem 
times, which was six and thirty ieet in circumference. 

Like a leaping calf old Sirion shakes. A double range of mountains 
stretch along the Korthern extremity of Palestine ; Lebanon or Liba- 
nus on the West, hanging over the Phoenician shores ; and Antiliba- 
nus on the East, still loftier, and covered, on the summits, witli per- 
petual snows. The latter was called by the Hebrews, Hermon ; by 
the Amorites, Shenir ; and by the Sidonians, Sirion. (Deut. iii. 9.) 

The voice of the Lord wild Kadesh knows. Kadesh was a city on 
the borders of Edom; and Reland judges that the wilderness of Ka- 
desh was that neighbouring wilderness of Sin, through which the 
Israelites journeyed. 

The voice of the Lord hoics dozen the docs. Bishop Lowth thought 
tliis circumstance beneath the general loftiness of the Psalm, and 
would have rendered the passage, "bows," or "rends, the oaks;" 
but, in this instance, the correctness of his translation, as well as of his 
taste, may be doubted. The parturition of tlie hind is said to be 
peculiarly dilHcult; and the terror produced by the tempest is thus 
dejjicted by a figure as lively as the crashing of the cedars of Lebanon. 



PSALM XXX. 



I will extol, with grateful voice, 
The Lord who rais'd me high ; 

Who w^ould not bid my foes rejoice, 
But heard my suppliant cry. 

O Lord my God, thy love hath heal'd, 
And brought me from the grave : 

The yawning pit its mouth hath seal'd, 
For thou wert nigh to save. 



PSALM XXX. 61 

Sing to the Lord, 3^6 saints his own, 

Sing your Dehv'rer's praise ; 
And bending tow'rds his holy throne, 

Your glad memorial raise. 

One moment with his frown oppress'd, 

We live beneath his ray : 
Though w^eeping bide, an evening guest, 

Joy comes at dawn of day. 

I said, in my presumptuous sleep, 

'' I ne'er shall feel a shock ; 
Thy favour, Lord, hath fix'd so deep 

My mountain's base of rock." 

Thou hidd'st thy face : in fear and need. 

To thee I made my pray'r ; 
" What gains the Lord, though I should bleed ? 

Can dust his truth declare ? 

Oh, hear, and send thy gracious aid!" 

And thou that aid hast sent ; 
My step for triumph's dance array'd. 

My mournful sackcloth rent ; 

And girt me round with grateful joy. 

That I may ceaseless sing : 
Thus shall thy praise my pow'rs employ. 



O Lord, my heav'nly Kin 



t 



NOTES.— "A Psalm of David; a Song at the dedication of the 
house." If this superscription contaui an authentic accoimt of the 
origin of thePsakn, it probably gives rather the date than the subject; 
unless we may suppose that the monarch commemorated, on that 
occasion, the pestilence which had been stayed at the spot on which 
the temple was built, the threshing-floor of Araunah. 

We live beneath his ray. For a single moment, as it were, his chas- 
tisements may be felt, but our whole hfe is passed in the midst of his 
mercies ; and in his favour is life eternal. 

Though weeping bide, an evening guest. This figure is actually ex- 
pressed by the original. 

My mountain's base of rock. In the poetical language of the East, 
the mountain is the emblem of a state of dignity and safety. 
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62 PSALM XXXI. 

My step for triumph's dance array' d. The sacred dance was the 
expression of the most exulting gratitude. 

My mournful sachdoth rent. This was a dark cloth, made of goats' 
hair, and worn in the shape of a sack, descending as far as to the 
middle of the body. 



PSALM XXXI. 

In thee, O Lord, I trust ; 

Save me from shame and fear ; 
Save me, as thou art good and just ; 

And bow thy gracious ear. 

Come to my help with speed ; 

Come with thy shelt'ring pow'r ; 
My refuge in mine hour of need, 

My rock and fortress tow^'r. 

Lead me, for thine own sake ; 

And snatch me from the snare, 
That, my unwary feet to take. 

My foes unseen prepare. 

With thee my succour stands, 
Thee, my Redeemer tried : 

Lord God of truth, to thy kind hands 
My spirit I confide. 

I hate the falsehood vain ; 

I trust alone the Lord ; 
And still my heart, in joyous strain. 

Shall all thy love record ; 

That thou hast seen my woes ; 

That thou hast known my fear ; 
Nor shut me to my lurking foes. 

But set my footsteps clear. 

Have mercy, Lord ! mine eye, 
My soul, in sorrow pine ; 



PSALM XXXI. 63 

And, spent with many a weary sigh, 
My lonely years decHne ; 

My bones are all decay ; 

My foemen taunting see ; 
My bosom friends turn cold away, 

And they that mark me flee. 

Forgotten, as the dead, 

Spurn' d, like a broken vase, 
I hear the frequent slander spread ; 

Fear sits on ev'ry face : 

They join in dark accord, 

My captive life to rend ; 
But I will trust in thee, O Lord, 

And name thee God and Friend. 

Thy hands my time assign ; 

Save me from hate and shame : 
Let thy kind smile above me shine ; 

Save, for thy gracious name ! 

As I have call'd thee, save : 

Let shame the vile surprise. 
And silence cover, in the grave, 

The lips that joy in lies ; 

That ope in slander proud 

Against the pure of heart. 
Mock his fair fame with insult loud, 

Or steal with secret art. 

How great thy goodness. Lord, 

Laid up for thine with thee ; 
Wrought for the souls that trust thy word ; 

That all that hve may see ! 

Thy presence holds them safe 
From man's assailing pride : 



64 PSALM XXXII. 

Though warring tongues around them chafe, 
Within thy tent they hide. 

The gracious Lord be bless'd, 

My city's tow'r and wall ! 
For when, by thronging terrors press'd, 

I fled, and seem'd to fall ; 

Then rose my wild complaint, 

'' I perish from thine eye !" 
But love the Lord, each suppliant saint ! 

He heard my doubting cry. 

The Lord preserves the true. 

And pays the deed of pride : 
Stand, and your strength shall he renew. 

Ye that his time abide ! 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, a Psahn of David." Tlie 
common supposition is, that it has reference to that period of his liis- 
tory, when he wandered in the wilderness, pursued by Saul, and be- 
trayed by the Ziphites. Cardinal Fisher repeated tliis Psalm upon 
the scaffold. 

My spirit I confide. Our Saviour expired, with the words of this 
verse upon his Ups ; and many a saint has echoed them from the bed 
of death. " Among our ancestors," says Dr. Clarke, " these words, 
as they stand in the Vulgate, were used by the sick when about to 
expire, if they were sensible ; and if not, the priest said them in their 
behalf" Whatever superstition may have been linked with the 
Latin form, the words themselves are consecrated, for the departing 
spirit. 

My city's tcncW and wall ! This seems the thought ; but some have 
imagined an allusion to the perils of David in the fortified town of 
Keilah ; and Tate and Brady have not hesitated to introduce in their 
version the name of that city. 



PSALM XXXIL 



How bless'd the man, whose guilt is heal'd, 
Whose crime the Lord hath veil'd and seal'd ! 
How bless'd, whose sins are all forgot ; 
The guileless spirit, cleans'd from spot ! 



PSALM XXXII. 65 

Silent too long, by night, by day, 

I groan'd my weary life away : 

I pin'd beneath thy heavy hold ; 

And health's parch'd streams scarce faintly rolPd. 

I spoke my sin ; I cover' d naught ; 
I bar'd to thee my guiltiest thought ; 
I vow'd my heart to God to tell, 
And thou forgav'st, where'er I fell. 

For this, while yet thy grace is near, 
The good man's pray'r shall seek thine ear : 
So, when thy wrath's fierce billows roar. 
They shall not climb his peaceful shore. 

Thou art the hold, where safe I cow'r ; 
Thou shield'st my head, when perils low'r ; 
And thou wilt yet my path surround 
With songs that thy salvation sound. 

Mine eye your way shall search and lead : 
Oh, be not like the senseless steed. 
Whose mouth must feel the bit and band, 
Whose foot contemns thy mild command. 

Griefs throng around the head unjust. 
And mercies crown the faithful trust : 
Then let your songs, ye just, accord. 
And joy, ye upright, in the Lord ! 

NOTES.—'' A Psalm of David." It might so fitly be the language 
of any penitent simier, at any time, that a particular occasion need 
not be sought for its origin. 

How blessed the man whose guilt is heaVd! Tliis passage is cited by 
St. Paul (Rom. iv. 6, 7.) to illustrate the doctrine of justification by 
faith. 

I pin'd beneath thy heavy hold. So Job (xiii. 21.) 
'* Withdraw thine hand far from me, 
And let not thy dread make me eifraid." 
The biographer of Archbishop Sancrofl relates that the only ex- 
pression like complamt, which was heard from him during his last 
illness, was in the words of this verse. 
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66 PSALM XXXIII. 

Mine eye your icay shall search and lead. I have supposed, that hi 
tliis verse the Lord himself is represented as speaking ; but it may be 
the admonition of the Psahnist, addressed to his fellow-men. 

Then let your songs, ye just, accord. Bishop Hare and Bishop 
Lowth virould place this last verse at the beginning of the foUowhig 
Psahu. 



PSALM XXXIIL 



Rejoice, ye just ; in God rejoice ; 
Praise well becomes the pious voice : 
His praise from harp and psalt'ry ring, 
And strike the lute of tenfold strinf?. 



'O' 



Sing new the song, and loud and well 
Pour out the lyre's melodious swell : 
For God's pure word is truth and light, 
And all his deeds are firm in right. 

In judgment rules the Lord on high ; 

On justice rests his fav'ring eye ; 

While earth with wealth and blessing teems. 

Beneath his bounty's kindly beams. 

At God's high word the heav'ns were made ; 
One breath from him their hosts array 'd : 
He roU'd the waters, heap on heap, 
And garner' d up the raging deep. 

Let the broad world before him fear ; 
The tribes that throng this earthly sphere : 
He spake, and all was fair and good ; 
He gave command, and firm it stood. 

God breaks the heathen's proudest thought, 
And makes their craftiest wisdom naught : 
His counsel stands, forever fast ; 
His heart's design, while ages last. 



PSALM XXXIII. 67 

Bless'd, who the Lord our God obey, 
The chosen people of his sway ! 
From heav'n the Lord, with boundless ken 
Looks o'er the busy sons of men ; 

From his high dwelling's holy place 
Looks o'er his earth's assembled race. 
And forms their countless hearts as one, 
And knows the deeds their hands have done. 

Kings are not sav'd by many an host ; 
Vain is the val'rous champion's boast ; 
And vain for flight the panting steed, 
He shall not save by strength nor speed. 

Lo, them that fear him eyes the Lord, 
The souls that trust his gracious word : 
Them shall he keep, when myriads die, 
And feed mid famine's bitter cry. 

We wait for God, our hope and shield ; 
And glorious joy that trust shall yield : 
On us, O Lord, thy mercy be. 
As we have fix'd our hope on thee ! 

NOTES. — This Psalm has no superscription. 
His praise from harp andpsalVry ring. The little which may be 
known of the Jewish instruments of music is collected in a disserta- 
tion of Pfeitfer, a translation of which was published in Robinson's 
Biblical Repository for 1835. , 

Sing new the song. This is often mentioned, as an indication of 
unusual joy, and as a more evident honour to the immediate occa- 
sion of praise. 

He spake, and all was fair and good. There is here an allusion to 
the passage, " God said, let there be light, and there was light." Mr. 
Goode has strikingly expressed it ; 

" He spake — Lo ! earth and skies 

Their perfect fonns disclose ; 
He bade the beauteous order rise, 
And Order rose !" 



68 PSALM XXXIV. 



PSALM XXXIV. 

Amidst no change of joy or fear 
Shall sink my grateful voice ; 

But boast in God, till sorrow's ear 
Shall hearken, and rejoice. 

Come, let our cheerful songs accord 

To lift his name on high : 
Distress'd and poor, I sought the Lord, 

And he receiv'd my cry. 

Expecting him, the eye grows bright, 

And shame and sorrow flee ; 
Flee, as, at pray'r's deliv' ring might, 

Far off they fled from me. 

God's angels camp, a guardian band, 

Around the humble just : 
How bless'd their portion at his hand ! 

Oh, taste and see, and trust ! 

In God's pure fear with peace abide ; 

Want shall not reach his saints ; 
Kept, e'en while prowling far and wide. 

The famish' d lion faints. 

Listen and learn, ye young in days, 

How holy wisdom fears : 
Might ye not crave in prosp'rous ways 

A joyous length of years f 

Ne'er let your tongue with malice burn, 

Ne'er be your lips untrue : 
O'er strife and sin victorious turn. 

And peace, sweet peace, pursue. 

Peace smiles from God along the path 
Where righteous pray'rs arise : 



PSALM XXXV. 69 

Red o'er the wicked flames his wrath, 
And all their mem'ry dies. 

Saviour of ev'ry contrite breast, 

He comes in days of need : 
Though foes the saints' sad path invest, 

Yet not a hmb shall bleed. 

Vengeance, for all the scoffer's dreams. 

Dread recompense shall claim ; 
While God his servants' soul redeems, 

And saves their trust from shame. 



NOTES. — " A Psalm of David, when he changed his behaviour 
before Abimelech, so that he drove him away, and he departed." 
Abimelech was the hereditary name of the Philistine kings ; and the 
historj' of this dissimulation and escape of David is found in the 
twenty-first chapter of the first book of Samuel. There is nothing 
that may absolutely j)rove or disprove the correctness of this super- 
scription. 

The present is the second of the acrosticaJ Psalms. 

God's angels camp, a guardian band. So the servant of Ehsha saw 
the mountains around covered with chariots of fire and horses of fire. 
(2 Kings vi. 17.) The figure and the vision both express a deUght- 
fii] and a certain truth ; that the angels are ministering spirits towards 
the heirs of salvation. 

The famish'' d lion faints. When strength, and pride, and fierce- 
ness, are vain, the weakest servant of God shall still be upheld. 



PSALM XXXV, 



Strive, Lord, with them that strive with me ; 
Let them that fight me fight at thee ; 
Gird on thy buckler and thy shield ; 
The swift, sharp javelin grasp and wield ; 
And come, in mercy and in wrath. 
And close the fierce pursuer's path, 
And say, to cheer my trembling heart. 
How thou its strong salvation art. 



70 PSALM XXXV. 

Let shame and trouble end the strife 
That aims to snatch my guikless hfe ; 
In shame and trouble turn them back, 
Who spread their snares around my track : 
Strew them, like chaff along the blast, 
While thy stern angel follows fast ; 
And dark and slipp'ry be the road, 
Where thy stern angel on shall goad. 

Let hidden ills their woe prepare, 
And fall they by their own false snare ; 
While I my grateful tribute bring, 
And loud the Lord's salvation sing, 
Till all my frame exulting cry, 
*^ Oh, who is like the Lord on high. 
That saves the needy from the strong. 
And rights the helpless suff'rer's wrong ?" 

With oaths of falsehood foul they stood, 
And paid me murd'rous ill for good ; 
For I, above their painful bed. 
The tears of cordial grief had shed ; 
My fasting watch in sackcloth kept, 
As if a brother's woe I wept ; 
And bow'd to pour my inmost pray'r, 
As if my mother's bier were there. 

But when I pin'd, they gather'd by, 
With mirth's, and hate's vindictive cry : 
They gnash'd their teeth, the flatt'rers base, 
That seek at affluent boards a place : 
How long, O Lord, shall vengeance sleep ? 
Oh, save me from their lion leap ; 
That I may praise thee, oft and loud. 
Amongst thy people's gladden' d crowd. 

Nor yield them joy, whose causeless hate 
Would wink and triumph o'er my fate ; 



PSALM XXXV. 71 

Who secret fraud and malice speak 
To stain the pure, to wound the meek ; 
And cry, with laughter's mocking mien, 
*' Aha, aha, our eyes have seen !" 
Thou, too, hast seen, O God most high : 
Oh stand, nor stand in silence, nigh ! 

Awake, arise, my Lord and God ; 
Lift in my cause thy vengeful rod : 
Let thine own truth my doom decide ; 
Nor yield me to the boast of pride ; 
Nor let them cry, " aha, 'tis done ! 
Our heart's prophetic wish is won !" 
And o'er my ruin fiercely say, 
" We conquer'd and devour'd the prey !" 

Let shame and trouble robe them all, 
Who joy to hope my fatal fall ; 
While they that ask my just success 
With shout and song thy name shall bless: 
" Bless'd," let them cry, no more to cease, 
*' The Lord, who loves his servants' peace !" 
And I will chant thy righteous praise. 
From morn till evening's purple rays. 

NOTES.—'' A Psalm of David." Our Saviour has applied some 
words of this Psalm to himself (John xv. 25.); and although it wa,'^ 
probably written during the persecution which David sustained from 
Saul and his court, yet the secondary reference to the Messiah gives 
it, throughout, a surpassing beauty and energy. 

Strive, Lord, with them that strive with vie. Hopkms has been 
happy here. 
"Lord, plead my cause against my foes ; confound their force and 

might ; 
Fight on my part against all those that seek with me to fight : 
Lay hand upon the spear and shield ; thyself in armour dress ; 
Stand up for me and fight the field, to help me from distress." 

Till all my frame exulting cry. Every bone of the sufferer, his m- 
most frame, is represented as partaking of the joy of his deliverance. 

'Ei fMt yevotro tpSoyyoi tv B^ccxtovi, 

Eurip. Hec. V. 386. 



72 PSALM XXXVI. 

Might my ami a voice awake, 
Might my hands from.silence break, 
Ev'ry hair that crowns my head, 
And my footstejis' ev'ry tread. 

Would wink and triumph o'er my fate. So, in the Book of Proverbs 
(vi. 12—14.) 

" A naughty person, a wicked man, 
Walketh witli a froward mouth. 
He winketh with his eyes, 
He speaketh with his feet, 
He teacheth with his fingers; 
Frowardness is in his heart." 

Aha, aha, our eyes have seen ! Tliis is the interjection of high ex- 
ultation over some event. 



PSALM XXXVI. 

My heart within me sighs, 

Pond'ring the sinner's sin : 
No fear of God iUumes his e^^es, 

And falsehood hides within. 

His soul deceiv'd awhile 

Th' applauding world deceives ; 

And whisp'ring words of treach'rous guile, 
The way of wisdom leaves. 

E'en on his midnight bed 

Dark thoughts his bosom throng : 
He w^akes, the paths of guilt to tread, 

Nor fears its blackest wTons:. 



Far as the boundless sky 
Thy mercy, Lord, ascends ; 

Far as the rolling clouds can fly, 
Thy sacred truth extends. 

Strong as th' eternal hills, 
Thy justice holds its sway ; 

Deep as the depths old ocean fills, 
Thy judgments' wondrous way. 



PSALM XXXVII. 73 

Guard of all living things ! 
How precious is thy love, 
That spreads the shadow of its wings 
Our trusting race above ! 

Thy household's fulness sweet 

Shall sate our longing dreams ; 
And thine own Eden's joyous seat 

Shall pour refreshing streams. 

For thine is life's pure rill ; 

Thine is the light of light : 
Oh, give thy saints thy mercy still, 

And give the righteous right. 

Far be the foot of pride, 

And far the wasting hand ; 
And lo ! the false transgressors slide, 

The}^ fall, and ne'er shall stand ! 

NOTES. — For the chief musician, a Psalm of David, the servant 
of the Lord." 

Far as the boundless sky. The Psahnist turns from this sad view of 
the wickedness of so many, to solace and strengthen himself with th^ 
contemplation of the eternal attributes of God, and the bliss reser\'ed 
for the righteous. 

And thine oicn Eden' s joyous seat. Perhaps I have here wandered 
too much from the literal sense, allured by the occurrence of the 
word Eden or pleasure, to introduce an allusion to the earthly Para- 
dise. But it is of little moment, as the heavenly Paradise is certainly 
described under these delightful figures. 



PSALM XXXVII. 



Against the sinner burn not thou, 

Nor e3^e his bloom with envious mien ; 

Like meadow flow'rs it soon shall bow, 
Or wither like the autumn's green : 

But trust in God, and bear thee well. 

And safe in peace and plenty dwell ; 

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74 PSALM XXXVII. 

Make thy delight his heav'nly will, 
And he thy heart's desire shall fill. 

Commit to God thy cheerfijl way, 

And thou shalt see thy purpose done ; 
Thy truth shall lighten as the day, 

Thy judgment as the noontide sun : 
Direct thy silent trust on high, 
And wait the arm that rules the sky ; 
And envy ne'er the prosp'rous road 
That guilty pride and craft have show'd. 

Escape from j^assion's jealous flame, 

Nor lift for ill thy wrathful hand ; 
The proud shall perish in their shame. 

The saints shall hold their promis'd land : 
For yet a little, fleeting while. 
And thou may'st vainly seek the vile ; 
While plenteous peace shall smile around 
The meek believer's guarded ground. 

Gnash they their teeth, the impious host, 

Against the just their counsels raise ; 
God laughs to scorn their fruitless boast, 

And sees the dawn of vengeance blaze : 
High be their sword, and bent their bow. 
To bring the righteous suff"'rcr low ; 
Their sword shall pierce their own false heart, 
Their shiver' d bow let fall its dart. 

In righteous gains, though poor and small, 

Is wealth beyond th' oppressor's gold ; 
Th' oppressor's arm shall pow'rless fall. 

And God the righteous step uphold : 
Knows he and loves the good man's ways, 
And guards him on till endless days : 
O'er such no cloud shall peril bring. 
And famine sees them feast and sing. 



^ PSALM XXXVII. 75 

Like smoke that o'er the altar fumes, 

Where bleeds the lamb, and bleeding burns. 
So time the hoarding wretch consumes. 

While love's free gift in wealth returns : 
Most strong to curse, most Idnd to bless, 
God leads the just, and gives success ; 
And though they fall, they yet shall stand, 
And smiling trust th' Almighty hand. 

Ne'er, while from youth to age I trod, 
For all that path was mine to tread. 

Saw I the righteous left of God, 

Or his lorn offspring beg for bread : 

O'er bounteous heads all favour glows ; 

Down to their seed the blessing flows ; 

And if from ill thy footstep cease, 

Forever shall thy house be peace. 

Peace dwells in ev'ry righteous home ; 

For God's strong shield his saints defends : 
His light is there when troubles foam ; 

On, e'en to death its gleam descends : 
Quell'd by his storms, th' ungodly line, 
Like blasted branches, with'ring pine, 
AVhile, on the land by promise bless' d, 
The upright feet have glorious rest. 

Rich words distils the good man's voice ; 

There truth and honey' d ^\isdom glide : 
The Lord's pure law is all his choice, 

His patient footsteps never slide : 
Silent, the wicked watch his way, 
And fain would rise to seize and slay ; 
God saves him from their ambush'd pow'r, 
And saves in judgment's stormier hour. 

Trust thou the Lord and his command ; 
So, when the bold transgressor dies, 



76 PSALM XXXVIII. 

Thou, lifted in thine own fair land, 

Shalt see, as saw my wond'ring eyes : 
Upward I saw him spread his fruit, 
And fix below his stately root ; 
I pass'd, and aU the scene was bare ; 
I look'd, nor one poor leaf was there. 

Watch thou the path, where walks the just ; 

Peace hovers o'er his holy end ; 
While, mid the mass of common dust, 

The haughty seed their ruins blend : 
Yet not his arm deliv'rance brings ; 
His hope to God's strong succour clings ; 
And as he hopes, so Gocl shall give. 
And, safe from foes, his soul shall live. 

NOTES.—" A Psalm of David." It is the third of the acrostical 
Paahiis, and forms a noble didactic poem. Its promises are under- 
stood as having their fulfilment in eternity, even by those who com- 
monly reject such interpretations of the Old Testament. 

Like smoke that o'er t1ie altar fumes. As the victims were taken 
from the fattest of the flock, so tlie guilty, in tlieir utmost prosperity, 
are most ready for destruction. 

I pass' d, and all the scene was bare. This is the reading of the Sep- 
tuagmt and Vulgate, and seems preferable to tlie Hebrew, " he 
passed.'' 

Upicard I saw him spread his fruit. Let the reader turn to the 
vision of Nebuchadnezzar in the book of Daniel, (iv. 10 — 14.) 



PSALM XXXVIII. 

Lord, not in wrath my sin reprove, 
Nor let thy stroke in vengeance move ; 
For, fast and deep, thy shafts descend, 
And low beneath thine arm I bend. 

No healthful spot thine anger spares ; 

No limb but sin its lifestring tears ; 

High o'er my head my crimes have pass'd ; 

I cannot bear a load so vast ! 



PSALM XXXVIII. 77 

My fest'ring wounds, with loathsome breath, 
Spread wide the tale of sin and death : 
I bow, I sink, and all the day 
I mourn along my dismal way. 

For, deep within, I feel the pest ; 
There is no spot of health or rest : 
All faint and crush'd, aloud I cry. 
And thou hast heard each anguish'd sigh. 

Gone the firm heart, the arm of might ; 
Gone from mine eye its pleasant light ; 
And love looks on with sad amaze. 
And brethren stand afar to gaze. 

They spread their snares, who seek my life ; 
They think of fraud, and utter strife ; 
While, like the deaf, I close mine ear, 
And, like the dumb, nor chide nor hear. 

For I will wait thy shelt'ring wing ; 
Oh, answer soon, my God, my King ; 
Lest thy proud foes and mine shall see. 
Shout o'er my fall, and mock at thee. 

I sink, all faint with ceaseless pain ; 
I tell my sin, and mourn its chain ; 
Yet swell my foes' blaspheming throng. 
And give the righteous bitter wrong. 

They hate me for my upright vow ; 

O Lord my God, depart not thou ! 

Be near me in my hour of need ; 

My Lord, my Saviour, come with speed ! 

NOTES. — " A Psalm of David, for remembrance." Perhaps it 
received this title on account of the design, in the words of Grotius, 
" to inculcate upon David a perpetual memory of his sin and his 
pardon." Perhaps it expresses, however, the thought that such a 
prayer would, in the midst of affliction, " come up as a memorial be- 
fore God." 

One of the heroes of the American revolution. General Herkimer, 
who fell in the bloody fight at Oriskany, was laid near the field after 



78 PSALM XXXIX. 

he had received his mortal wound ; and there, calmly and fervently 
read this Psalm, and died. 

Lord, not in wrath my sin reprove. The begimiing corresponds 
with that of the sixth Psahn, except in a single word. 

No limb, but sin its lifcstring tears If bodily sufferings are here 
described, which is very doubtful, they are all traced to the original 
cause, our common sinfulness. 

And love looks on with sad amaze. The pathetic complaints of Job 
will be readily remembered. Hardly any thing could be more dread- 
ful than the lot of one who was banished by leprosy or some other 
unclean and loathsome disease, from the society of his nearest friends, 
when he needed it most. 



PSALM XXXIX. 

I said, '' my mouth shall hold its guard ; 
My lips shall feel their portals barr'd ;" 
And while the impious hearken'd round, 
Not e'en thy praise could wake a sound ; 
Till the pent fire a passage broke. 
And thus my tortur'd bosom spoke. 

*' Lord, let me know my length of days, 
And where shall end these weary ways ! 
Lo, thou hast made my years a span ; 
So frail the surest step of man ; 
While here he walks mid shadows vain, 
And piles for unknown hands his gain. 

Where, then, shall hope in safety wait, 
Where, but at mercy's heav'nly gate ? 
Oh, save me, Lord, from sin and shame, 
Nor let thy foes revile thy name ; 
But mid my griefs, I meekly bow, 
For none has struck the blow but thou. 

Yet, God of grace, remove thy stroke ; 
Beneath thy hand my strength is broke : 
Oh, when thou send'st the chast'ning doom. 
How swiftly fades our beauty's bloom, 



PSALM XL. 79 

How sinks our glory and our toil, 
As wastes the moth his fragile spoil ! 

Lord, hear my cry with fav'ring ears ; 
In pity mark my swelUng tears ; 
While, like my fathers, to the dead, 
A pilgrim stranger, on I tread : 
A little while, my strength restore, 
Ere men shall see my face no more !" 

NOTES. — "For the chief musician, for Jeduthun, a Psalm of 
David." Jeduthun is mentioned in the first book of Chronicles, as 
one of the leaders of the music of the temple. 

For none has struck the blow but thou. Calvin is said to have often 
uttered these words, in his last illness. 

A pilgrim stranger on I tread. How beautifully does this har- 
monize with the statement of the apostle ! " These all died in faith, 
not havmg received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and 
were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that 
they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. For they that say 
such things declare plainly that they seek a country." (Heb. xi, 
13, 14.) 



PSALM XL. 

I watch'd and waited for the Lord, 

And he receiv'd m}^ cry ; 
And brought me from the dungeon's ward, 
And rais'd me from the pit abhorr'd, 

And set me up on high. 

High on a rock he set my feet, 

And taught my voice to sing 
A new-made song, so loud and sweet, 
That hosts shall hear it, and repeat 
The praises of my King. 

How bless'd to seek his shelt'ring place, 

Nor turn at falsehood's call ! 
O Lord my God, thy works of grace, 
Thy thoughts of love, oh, who can trace, 

Oh, who can count them all ! 



80 PSALM XL. 

Thou wilt not victims burn'd for guilt, 

The guiltless and the dumb ; 
Thou wilt not votive blood-drops spilt, 
But op'st mine ears to all thou wilt. 
And therefore, Lord, I come. 

I come to follow that fair chart. 

Thy sacred word and will ; 
'Tis deep engrav'd within my heart; 
My lips shall all thy truth impart. 

And all thy praise fulfil. 

My lips thy truth and praise shall tell. 

Where all thy people throng : 
Thou know' St, O Lord, how boldly swell. 
When on thy saving strength they dwell. 
My heart, and harp, and song. 

Then, Lord my God, withhold not now 

Thy stedfast truth and love ! 
More than the hairs that shade my brow, 
The griefs beneath whose load I bow. 

And scarce can look above. 

My sins around my bosom cling. 

And droops my captive life : 
Oh, come with speed thy mercy's wing , 
Haste, my Deliv'rer and my King, 
And end this anxious strife. 

Let shame and trouble whelm them all. 

Who hem my guiltless track : 
Let them who ask my fatal fall. 
And loud " aha !" in insult call, 
Be chas'd in ruin back. 

Joy be with them wlio joy in thee. 

Till " God be prais'd !'' they say : 
And I, though poor and lone I flee. 
Will hope the Lord's kind arm to see : 
My God, make no delay ! 



PSALM XL I. SI 

NOTES. — ''For the chief musician, a Psahn of David." In the 
epistle to the Hebrews, a jjortiou of it is cited as the words of the in- 
carnate Saviour. The confessions form no objection to this inter- 
pretation, smce he bore the sins of men, and bowed under the 
burden. 

But op^st mine ear to all thou icilt. The Septuagint has, " a body 
hast thou prepared me ;'' which is adopted by the apostle. (Heb. x. 
6.) But it seems not essential to the argument in that place. 

Let shame and trouble ichclm them all. A few words here are almost 
the same with a passage in the thirty -fifth Psalm. 



PSALM XLL 

How bless'd the man who loves the poor I 
The Lord shall keep his soul secure, 
Shall save him in the evil day, 
And guard him on his dang'rous way. 

Thy blessing o'er his home shall smile, 
And shield his breast from hostile guile, 
And, when he bows his sick'ning head, 
Shall comfort's downy pillow spread. 

Such mercy, Lord, on me bestow, 
And heal my soul from guilt and woe ; 
For now my foes blaspheming cry, 
*' When shall his name behind him die ?" 

And if they come, and mark my pain. 
Their treach'rous words are cordials vain ; 
Their inmost heart has stor'd deceit. 
And spreads it through the swarming street. 

Their whispering hps of evil speak; 
They boast the woes they long to wreak ; 
" Beneath an iron grasp he lies ; 
From that sad bed no more to rise !" 

E'en he who seem'd my bosom guide, 
So long belov'd with friendship tried, 



82 PSALM XLII. 

So welcome to my household bread, 
He lifts his heel, to stamp my head. 

Lift thou that head, thou gracious Lord, 
With strength to yield their dread reward 
And, since not yet their triumph rings, 
I know thy love around me clings. 

Thoukeep'st my blameless steps aright ; 
In peace 1 stand beneath thy sight : 
Bless'd be the Lord, our Israel's rest, 
Forever and forever bless'd ! 

Amen. Amen. 



NOTES.—" For the chief musician, a Psalm of David." 

He lifts his heel, to stamp my head. This passage is mentioned by 
our Saviour (John xiii. 18.) in such a manner as to confirm the opin- 
ion that, in all the Psalms, we may justly trace his doctrine, his history, 
or the histoiy of liis people. It is applied to Judas Iscariot. 

With strength to yield tlieir dread reward. A wish which, under the 
Gospel at least, would be wrong in a private individual, might be 
right in an injured king, and was sublimely just in the rejected 
Messiah. 

Amen. Amen. The conclusion of the first of the five books, into 
which the Psalms were divided by the Jews, is designated by this 
form of doxology. 



PSALM XLII. 



As the hart for cooling springs 

Pants amidst the sultry chase, 
So my spirit, King of Kings, 

Pants for thy refreshing grace : 
God, the living God, for thee 

Thirsts and pines my fainting breast 
AVhen shall I thy glory see ? 

When in thy fair presence rest ? 

Tears have fed me, day and night, 
While, beneath the mocking tone. 



PSALM XLII. S3 

*' Where is now thy God of might ?" 

Pours my heart its grief alone : 
For, amidst the joyous throng, 

Once within thy courts I trod, 
With the voice of festal song, 

With the people of my God. 

Wherefore bow'st thou down, my soul, 

Sighing with thy load of care ? 
Why within my bosom roll 

Threat'ning waves of dark despair ? 
Trust in God, and wait his hour, 

Though it linger yet a while ; 
I shall praise his faithful pow'r. 

Praise my God's preserving smile. 

Lord, for thee my soul has sigh'd, 

Looking tow'rds thy holy place, 
Here, from Jordan's distant tide. 

Here, from Hermon's humbler base : 
Deep to deep is calling hoarse ; 

Far the torrent troubles spread ; 
And their billows' gather' d force 

Bursts above my sinking head. 

Yet the Lord shall shine by da}'. 

Yet by night shall fill my strain : 
To the Lord, my life, I pray. 

To the Lord, my rock, complain ; 
Why, forgotten, roam I here, 

While the shout pursues my flight, 
Piercing, hke a blade, mine ear, 

" Where is now thy God of might ?" 

Wherefore bow'st thou down, my soul, 

Sighing with thy load of care ? 
Why within my bosom roD. 

Threat'ning waves of dark despair ? 



84. PSALM XLIII. 

Trust in God, and wait his hour, 

Though it hnger 5^et a while ; 
I shall praise his faithful pow'r, 

Praise my God's preserving smile. 

NOTES. — " For the chief nnisician, an Ode of the sonsof Korah." 
From the posterity of Korah, the conspirator against Moses, a com- 
pany of singers and musicians was formed in the days of David, for 
the service of the temple. To these are ascribed ten Psahns, ahnost 
all of them amongst the most beautiful in the whole collection ; and 
they were probably the composition of some one or more of the chief 
persons of this family. Bishop Patrick, however, assigns some of 
them to David. 

This Psalm is apparently the lamentation of a pious Israelite, afar 
from the sanctuary of God, and in the midst of enemies. Or else, it 
is the language of a devout spirit, in a season of inward conflict and 
anxiety. This last application may at least be allowed to a Christian; 
audit was in such a sense that Bulhnger made this Psahn his dying 
words. 

Tears have fed me day and night. So Ovid, 

" Cura dolorque animi lachrymeeque alimenta fuere." 
Care, grief and tears sad nourishment supplied. Met. L. 10. 

Threatening waves of dark despair. The word denotes originally 
a noise and roaring Uke that of the waves, and is very expressive of 
the conflict of troubled emotions. 

Here, from Herman's humbler base. Hermon or Anti-Libanus, with 
its whole lofty range, is called humble, in comparison with the holy 
majesty of Mount Sion. The former embraced the sources of the 
Jordan. 



PSALM XLIII. 



Judge me, God whom worlds obey, 

Wage my war and guard my life, 
From the sinner's cruel sway, 

From the hosts of fraud and strife : 
Thou art still my God and tow'r ; 

Wherefore roam I thus forlorn, 
Cast from thine embracing pow'r, 

List'ning to th' oppressor's scorn ? 

Send, oh send thy truth and light ; 
Let them lead my weary feet, 



P S A L M X L I V. 85 

To thy mountain's holy height, 

To thy temple's tented seat : 
There, before thine altar's fire, 

At my joy's celestial spring, 
I will sweep the sounding lyre 

To the praises of my King. 

Wherefore bow'st thou down, my soul, 

Sighing with thy load of care ? 
Why within my bosom roll 

Threat'ning waves of dark despair ? 
Trust in God, and wait his hour. 

Though it linger yet a while ; 
I shall praise his faithful pow'r. 

Praise my God's preserving smile. 

NOTES. — This Psalm is without superscrijition ; and, from the 
nature of its contents, and especially the repetition of the same chorus, 
is undoubtedly to be regarded as a continuation, if not as a part, of 
the preceding. In many manuscripts, it is in fact comiected with it, 
as one contmuous ode. The last act of St. Ambrose was to dictate 
an exposition of this Psalm, which he left imperfect. 

There, before thine altafsjire. The utmost joy of the pious Hebrew 
must have been, to present his sacrifice at the altar of burnt-offering. 
Our thoughts ascend naturally from thence to the spring of all joy, the 
presence of God above. 



PSALM XLIV. 



Lord, we have heard from ancient years, 
Our fathers taught our infant ears. 
Thy wonders wrought in ages old. 
And on, through rolling ages told ; 

How, from the land thy promise gave, 
Thine arm the heathen banners drave, 
And deep the root of Israel cast. 
And spread his branches to the blast. 

Not his own sword the battle fought. 
Not his own hand deliv' ranee wrought ; 
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86 PSALM XLIV. 

Thy smile above his armies shin'd, 
And they were strong, for thou wast kind. 

Still, God of hosts, art thou our King ; 
Oh, still thine Israel's succour bring : 
Through thee we push the wav'ring foe, 
Through thy strong name we tread them low. 

I will not trust my bow or blade ; 

Thou, thou hast driv'n their bands dismay'd 

In God our boast on high we raise, 

And shout our Saviour's endless praise. 

But thou hast cast thy people off. 
And they must hear th' oppressor's scoff; 
Thou lead'st no more our weak array ; 
We flee, we fall, a helpless prey. 

Like flocks for food, our tribes have bled, 
Or slaves in distant realms are led ; 
To Gentile hands, and not for gold, 
The Lord his chosen race has sold. 

The shout of scorn is ringing near ; 

The heathen's laugh is in our ear ; 

They make our name their proverb's strain, 

And shake the head in loud disdain. 

Shame bows mine eye, where'er it turns ; 
With shame my cheek unceasing burns ; 
Because the foes of God rejoice, 
The bold blasphemer lifts his voice. 

So dark has come our weary lot ; 
Yet is not. Lord, thy name fbi*got ; 
Thy cov'nant'sbond we ne'er belied, 
Nor turn'd our heart or feet aside. 

Oh, could we e'er that name disown. 
And spread our hands to gods unknown. 



PSALM XLIV. 87 

Where slept the eye, whose piercing view 
Looks all the soul's deep secrets through ? 

Yet, crush'd we lie where dragons tread ; 
And death's dim shades are round us spread: 
All day for thee we yield our life, 
Like flocks that wait the slaught'ring knife. 

Awake, O Lord : why sleeps thine eye f 
Arise, nor cast us off to die ! 
Why hides thy smile its golden light, 
While scorn and sorrow load the night ? 

In dust our soul bows down and grieves ; 
Prone to the earth our body cleaves : 
Oh, for thine own dear mercy's sake, 
To our redemption, Lord, awake ! 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician, an Ode of the sons of Korah." 
It bears the signs of an age of national distress ; but was probably 
written before the Babylonian captivitj'. 

Our fatliers taught our infant ears. The custom was expressly 
commanded, that the father should relate to his children the wonder- 
ful interpositions of God on behalf of the seed of Abraham. So the 
seventy-eighth Psalm ; 

" He established a testimony in Jacob, 

And appointed a law in Israel, 

Wliich he commanded our fathers, 

That they should make them known to their children." 

But thou hast cast thy people off. From the language of praise for 
ancient mercies, the Psalmist sinks, with a transition full of feeling, to 
his lament over the calamities of his nation. Well may this Psahn be 
often upon the hps of the Jews, in their present, long dispersion 
tlirough all lands. 

To Gentile hands, and not for gold. The Lord is represented as a 
merchant, esteeming his people of so little value as to sell them at a 
price which was not to be named ; or even to part witli them for 
naught. 

Yet is not, Lord, thy name forgot. They had not apostatized to the 
service of idols. It could not enter the thoughts of the Psahnist to 
deny that their calamities were the issue of their sins. 

Yet crush'' d we lie, ichere dragons tread. The origmal word is employ- 
ed to designate any monstrous and ten-ible animals, whether of the land 
or sea. Ilere, these are probably introduced, as descriptive of a wild 
and dangerous region, the image of deep adversity. Mr. Green sup- 



88 PSALM XL V. 

poses a literal meaning : " tlie miserable captives were sent by their 
conquerors, to people and cultivate the desolate parts of Assyria, 
which were the habitation of serpents and other noxious reptiles, 
whose sting and bite were mortal." 

AU day for thee ice yield our life. St. Paul (Rom. viii. 36.) adopts 
these words as a general illustiation of the state of the persecuted ser- 
vants of God. 



PSALM XLV. 



My heart o'erflows its gushing fount, 
My tongue makes haste to sing, 

And, hke a scribe's swift pen, recount 
High praises to my King. 

Thou fairer than the sons of man, 
Thy Kps bedew'd with peace, 

Sobless'd of God ere time began, 
So bless'd when time shall cease ! 

Gird on thy thigh thy conqu'ring blade, 

Majestic Prince of might ! 
Ride prosp'ring on, in pomp array'd, 

Meek Lord of truth and right ! 

Thy strong right hand shall point thy path 
Where vict'ry's terrors speed ; 

And banded hearts that dare thy wrath 
On thy sharp shafts shall bleed. 

Forever and forever sure, 

Thy throne, O God, remains ; 
A sceptre firm, while worlds endure, 

Thy righteous sceptre reigns. 

Truth was thy love, and sin thy hate. 

And therefore on tliy head 
Hath God, thy God, in matchless State, 

The oil of gladness shed. 



PSALMXIiV. 89 

Thy robes the aloes rich perfumes, 

And myrrh, and cassia sweet ; 
And songs from iv'ry palace-rooms 

Thy princely presence greet. 

And maids, of many a royal line, 

With thy belov'd one stand. 
Where, crown' d fromOphir's distant mine. 

She smiles at thy right hand. 

Daughter of kings, incline thine ear; 

Forget thy father's hall : 
The King, thy Lord, has thee most dear ; 

Oh, love him more than all ! 

Tyre's glitt' ring tow' rs their gift shall send, 

Thy nuptial pomp to grace ; 
And Gentile lords shall lowly bend. 

And sue thy fav'ring face. 

Within, how fair the queenly bride ! 

In robes with gold inwrought. 
She comes a.11 glorious to thy side. 

By circling virgins brought. 

With songs and joy thy courts they tread, 

And heirs of royal birth 
To ev'ry land thy race shall spread. 

And rule the happy earth. 

Beyond thy fathers' storied page 

Shall glow thy children's day ; 
And tribes and realms, from age to age. 

Shall join my votive lay. 

NOTES. — 'Tor the chief musician on the six-stringed harp, an 
Ode, a Song of Love, by the sons of Korah." The mystical inter- 
pretation of this Psahn, as addressed to the Messiah, and describing 
his union with his Church, was adopted by the ancient Jews, and is 
confirmed in the epistle to the Hebrews, (i. 8, 9.) In the words 
employed by Bishop Patrick, "behold, a greater than Solomon is 
here." Bishop Horsley has proved, that it has not even a primarj- 
reference to Solomon. 
8* 



90 PSALM XLVI. 

The oil of gladness shed. 

" Postquam oleo gavisa cutis." 

Statins, Theb. L. 6. v. 847, 
When now with gladd'ning oil the skin rejoic'd. 

Thy roles the aloes rkhpcrfumcs. Modern manners give us no con- 
ception of the costliness of pertume with which the princes of the 
East were sprinkled, on occasions of pomp and festivity. 

And songs from ivWy palace-rooms. The exact meaning of this 
passage is not clear ; but that which is here given is plausible and 
elegant. 

Ahab had an ivory palace (1 Kings xxii. 39.); and the prophet 
Amos (iii. 15.) speaks of houses of ivory. Their chambers were 
probably much adorned with that substance, richly inlaid ; which thus 
gave a name to the whole edifice. Menelaus, in "the Odyssey (iv. 12, 
73.) has a palace of this description. 

X^VTotj r'jjAeW^ay re, x.oci a^yv^ov tja'' eXe^xvroi' 

Sounding domes on high, 
Silver and gold, fine gold and ivory. 
Tyre's glitVring towers their gift shall send. Tyre is tlie representa- 
tive of the wealth and commerce of the world. 

By circling virgins brought. It was amongst the nuptial customs of 
those lands in which the scene of this descrijition is found, that the 
bride should thus be led forth from the house of her father, with her 
companions, and conducted by the bridegroom and liis associates to 
his own home, with the sound of music and song. 



PSALM XLVI. 



God is our refuge and our tow'r, 

Our aid forever near : 
Though earth should quake, and ocean low'r, 

Yet shall not Sion fear. 

Though mountains, sever' d from the shore, 
Fall thund'ring through the deep ; 

Though wild the waters rave and roar, 
And shalvo the rocky steep. 

A gentler stream, with gladd'ning tide, 

Shall God's fair city lave. 
And, where the Highest' s tents abide, 

Shall send its silver wave. 



PSALM XL VII. 91 

God, in her midst, with guardian might, 

Defends her lowhest bow'r ; 
And sure and soon as morning's hght, 

God sends her succ'ring hour. 

The heathen rag'd, but earth's wide coasts 

His voice dissolves with fear : 
Our sheker is the Lord of Hosts, 

And Jacob's God is here. 

Oh, come, his peaceful vict'ries know, 

His wonders near and far ; 
He cuts the spear, he breaks the bow, 

He burns the warlike car. 

Hark, how he quells the heathen's boasts, 

And sways the earthly sphere : 
Our shelter is the Lord of Hosts, 

And Jacob's God is here. 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician, a Song of the sons of Korah, 
with virgin voices." This translation of the last word is, however, no 
more than one conjecture amongst several. It is generally known 
that this Psalm was the favourite one of the indomitable Luther. 

Though mountains severed from the shore. The thought of Horace 
is similar ; 

" Si fractus illabatur orbis, 
Impavidum ferient ruinse." 

Carm. iii. 3, 7. 
Though nature faU, in ruins spread, 
Her ruins strike a fearless head. 
Shall send its silver wave. See Isaiah, (viii. 6.) 
'' This people refuseth 
The waters of Shiloah that go softly." 



PSALM XLVIL 

O all ye nations, clap your hands. 
And let your shouts of vict'ry ring. 

To praise the Lord of all your lands, 
The broad creation's awful King. 



92 PSALM XLVIII. 

He treads the realms beneath our feet, 
He breaks the hostile armies down, 

And gives and guards his chosen seat, 
The home of Jacob's old renown. 

God is gone up with shouting throngs ; 

Before him peal'd the trumpet's call : 
Oh, sing to God with lofty songs ; 

Sing praises to the Lord of all ! 

Oh, sing to God a royal strain, 

To earth's high King a raptur'd cry : 

God o'er the nations spreads his reign, 
God lifts his holy seat on high. 

The heirs of many a Gentile throne 

With God's and Abraham's seed adore : 

The shields of earth are all his own, 
And high as heav'n his glories soar. 

NOTES. — " Forthe chief musician, a Psalm ofthe sons of Korah." 
Whether it was composed for the dedication of the temple, or on any 
other festival occasion, it is impossible to decide ; but it can hardly be 
read, without being referred, in its highest allusion, to the ascension 
ofthe Saviour. 

God is gone up with shouting throngs. The Son of God, returning 
to his heavenly throne, with all the pomp of a conqueror, is welcomed 
by the songs and harps of heaven, and shall soon receive the praises 
of all the earth. 



PSALM XLVIIL 

Great is the Lord, and well he waits 
The song of w^orthiest skiU, 

Where God's own city lifts her gates, 
Where tow'rs his holy hill. 

The joy of earth, from far descried, 
Is Sion's beauteous height. 

Where gleams along her northern side 
Thy fortress, King of might ! 



PSALM XLVIII. 93 

The Lord is known within her tow'rs, 

Of old their bulwark fast : 
Kings, like the storm, led on their pow'rs, 

And, like the storm, they pass'd. 

They saw, they wonder'd, fear'd and fled : 

So travailing mothers wail ; 
So burst the sails for Tarshish spread, 

Beneath thine eastern gale. 

Our eyes have seen, what once was told, 

Of God's embattled wall : 
The Lord of Hosts has there his hold, 

And not a stone shall fall. 

O God, we think thy goodness o'er 

Within thy temple dear ; 
And, like thy name, our praise would soar, 

Till earth's wide bounds shall hear. 

A sceptre just thy hand sustains ; 

A shield thy judgments bring : 
Let Sion lift her loudest strains. 

Let Judah's maidens sing ! 

Go round the tow'rs on Sion's mount, 

Mark how they greet the sun ; 
Her palace portals note and count, 

Her bulwarks, one by one ; 

And tell to ev'ry future day, 

So God, our God, defends ; 
So guides his people's peaceful way. 

Till death in vict'ry ends. 

NOTES.—" A Song and Psalm of the sons of Korah." It is a 
beautiful picture of the security of the church of God. 

Where gleams along its northern side. Reland is of opinion, that the 
Mount Sion, in strictness, was in the southern part of Jerusalem ; but 
that it was by far the highest part, and sustained upon its northern 
side the chief portion of the city. The southern side of this mount 
was surrounded by a high wall and a deep valley ; but the northern 



94 PSALM XLIX. 

descended towards the inferior hill of Acra, with all th< inajjnificenoj; 
ofa stately metropolis. Mount Moriah, also, the site of the temple, 
is sometimes known as a part of Mount Sion, and called l)y the same 
name ; and it was north-west from the hill itself Sion, however, 
" the city of the great King," whether with or without Moriah, is 
described in this verse ; and Lightfoot actually makes it the northern 
hill. 

So hurst the sails for Tarshish spread. Tarshish is supposed to hafe 
been in Spain. As this voyage required the largest vessels that were 
then known, all vessels of great size came to be called ships of Tar- 
shish The east wind is mentioned in Scripture as peculiarly violent. 



PSALM XLIX. 

Hearken, nations far and near, 
Dwellers of the world, give ear; 
All in high and lordly state, 
All of poor and lowly fate : 
From my lips shall knowledge stream, 
Wisdom is my bosom's theme ; 
Sayings deep mine ear inspire, 
Sayings dark attune my lyre. 

Wherefore should I sink with fear, 
Though the evil day be here, 
And the proud supplanter's heel 
Pressing on my step I feel ? 
They that boast their wealth untold, 
They that trust their treasur'd gold, 
None can bid his brother live, 
None to God a ransom give. 

Sad they see their labour o'er. 
For the ransom's price was more, 
That with endless life could save, 
Closing fast the conquer' d grave ; 
For, beneath their humbled eye, 
Lo, the wise and foolish die ; 
And their treasure's glitt'ring heap 
Other hands in turn shall keep. 



PSALM XLIX. 95 

Fondly hopes their dreaming heart 
Splendours never to depart ; 
Houses, on their rocky base 
Resting firm from race to race ; 
Yet shall many a broad domain 
Bear their mighty name in vain : 
Man, in pomp, shall ne'er abide, 
Dying as the beast has died. 

Still behind them pours a crowd, 
Echoing still their follies proud ; 
Till, like flocks, their bones are spread, 
And the grave is richly fed : 
Then, above their couch forlorn 
Dawns the upright's triumph morn ; 
Then shall God my soul release, 
Then shall take me home in peace. 

Fear not thou the proud man's bloom ; 
Naught shall follow to the tomb : 
Though through all his prosp'rous days 
Gave the world its selfish praise, 
With his sires, in darkness deep, 
He shall find inglorious sleep. 
Man, in pomp, will ne'er be wise, 
Dying as the beast that dies. 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, a Psahii of the sons of Korah." 
It is similar to the thirty-seventh in its purport and character. 

None can hid his hrother live. This is a common sentiment of the 
ancient poets, and one which, in the darkness of heathenism, could 
not but oppress the most joyful mmd. How much more intense 
must be its power over the man who is without hope beyond this 
world, even under the bright beams of the Gospel ! 

Till, like flocks, their hones are spread. They fall, as undistinguished 
in death or a httle after, as the humblest animals, who are reckoned 
only in herds. Merrick has well extended the figure, wliich was not 
unknown to the ancient classic writers. 

" Together now behold them laid. 

As sheep when night extends her shade, 

While death, within the vaulted rock, 

Stem shepherd, guards tlie slumb'ring flock." 



96 PSALM L. 

Naught shall follow to the tomb. So Propertius, Eleg. iii. 3, 35. 
" Hand uUas portabis opes Acherontis ad undas." 
"Thou bear'st no wealth to Acheron's dark shore." 

Man, in pomp, will ne'er he loisc. The cliange of a single letter in 
the original makes the difference of sentiment between this hne and 
the former ; 

Man, in pomp, shall ne'er abide. 



PSALM L. 

God, God the Lord, from far hath spoke, 

From peerless Sion shining : 
Earth hears his call, where morning broke, 

Where evening fades declining ; 
He comes not silent, but with sound 
Of mighty tempest sweeping round. 

And flames his pathway lining. 

He calls the heav'n, he bids the dust 

Its peopling myriads waken ; 
"Bring all whoown'd my cov'nant just, 

With vows and off' rings taken :" 
God comes on judgment's cloudy car; 
The heav'ns shall tell his justice far, 

By echoing thunders shaken. 

"Hear, O my people, hear the voice 
Of Israel's Sov'rcign pleading; 

Of God, thy God, by right and choice. 
But not thy victims needing : 

Thy failing shrine I will not blame. 

Nor ask a firstling for the flame, 
Nor flocks nor bullocks bleeding. 

The forest beasts obey my will, 
The mountain herds my pleasure ; 

The bird's wild fhght o'er wood and hiU 
From me receives its measure ; 



PSALM L. 97 

If I could hunger, not from thee 
The Lord of earth and air and sea 
Would seek their ready treasure. 

Can slaughter' d bulls my food impart, 

My drink the he-goat gory ? 
Give to thy God thine upright heart, 

And spread thy thankful story ; 
And call my name in trouble's hour, 
And I will send my rescuing pow'r, 

And thou shalt give me glory." 

But to the wicked thus saith God ; 

" Why name thy lips profaning 
The word thy feet in scorn have trod. 

My cov'nant sworn disdaining ? 
The thief, th' adult'rer, thou hast met. 
And sate, and fram'd thy treach'rous net, 

Thy brother's step enchaining. 

Thou deem'd'st hke thine my silent care, 

But I thine eye will Hghten : 
Hear, ye that scorn, lest vengeance tear, 

And no deliv'rer frighten : 
He offers well who offers praise, 
And o'er the man of upright ways 

Shall my salvation brighten." 

NOTES.— "A Psalm of Asaph." He is named as the author of 
twelve Psalms, and was the chief amongst the sacred musicians and 
poets of the days of David. The sublimity of style and thought in 
this Psalm is worthy of so honoured a name. 

But not thy victims needing. The prophets repeatedly urge the iu- 
efficacy of all sacrifices and observances, without the piety of the 
heart. This caution was peculiarly necessaiy, under a system that 
required so much of outward attention as the law of Moses. 

Bvit to the icicked thus saith God. Origen, it is said, reading these 
words in the church after having fallen into sin, was so wounded that 
he sat down and wept, and all the congregation wept with him. 

And no deliv'rer frighten. The metaphor is of course taken from 
the furious onset of a lion, or other wild beast, from whom no power 
can snatch its prey. 
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98 PSALM LI. 



PSALM LI. 

Be gracious, Lord, as grace is thine. 
As love is all thy heart divine ; 
Blot out the ill thine eyes have seen. 
And wash my guilty spirit clean. 

I own my sin : before my sight 
It always, always, glares in light : 
Thee, thee alone, my crimes defied, 
And thou wert just, though I had died ! 

From sin I drew this seed of death ; 
In sin my mother gave me breath : 
But spotless truth thou seek'st within ; 
Then, cleanse the inmost fount of sin. 

Purge me with hyssop, steep' d on high, 
And all my leprous taint shall fly ; 
And w^ash me where thy mercies flow, 
And I shall mock the mountain snow. 

Mine ears with joyous tidings fill, 
Till all my aching bones shall thrill : 
Turn far away thy wrathful look ; 
And blot my trespass from thy book. 

Create my heart anew and pure. 
And give a spirit right and sure ; 
Nor cast me trembling from thy sight. 
Nor wing thy Holy Spirit's flight. 

Send thy salvation's joy once more, 
And thy free Spirit's help restore : 
Then sinners from my lips shall learn. 
And on my steps to thee return. 

O God, my God and Saviour, save 

My soul from guilt's dark, blood-red wave ; 



PSALM LI. 99 

And ope my lips, and I shall sing 
Sweet praise to thee, my righteous King ! 

Thou seek'st not victims at the shrine, 
Else should thine altar smoke with mine ; 
A broken heart dehghts thine eyes, 
A contrite heart for sacrifice. 

Be gracious, Lord, when Sion calls, 
And build on high thy Salem's walls : 
Then, ofF'rings just thy love shall see, 
And all our wealth shall rise to thee. 



NOTES.— "For the chief musician, a Psalm of David, when Na- 
than the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba." 
There is no reason for rejecting this date, which corresponds entirely 
with the character of the Psalm. 

Amongst our fathers, before and immediately after the Reforma- 
tion, this Psalm was very often recited in the anticipation of ap- 
proaching death, especially on the scaffold. Thus, CEcolampadius, 
in his last moments, repeated it from beginning to end, added, " save 
me, O Christ my Saviour," and expired. Sir Thomas More, Lady 
Jane Grey, the £arl of Essex, and others, are related to have said it 
before their execution. 

Thee, thee alone, my crimes defied. David had awfully simied 
against Uriah and against many others ; but the guilt of liis transgres- 
sion, as committed against God, excludes, for the moment, every 
other thought. 

Purge me icith hyssop, steeped on high. When a leper was cleansed, 
tvvo birds were taken, with cedar wood, scarlet and hyssop ; one of 
the birds was killed over a vessel of water; the hving bird, with the 
cedar, scarlet and hyssop, was then dipped in the blood ; the leper 
was sprinkled, and the bird let loose. The hyssop was a small, bitter 
herb, apparently chosen because it possessed some cleansing virtues. 

And thy free Spirit's help restore. The Septuagint has 'rvet'AwtTi 
fjysfA/iviKS ; the Vulgate, " spiritu principaU." Luther has well trans- 
lated it, " der freudige Geist." Not leas happy is the thought in " the 
Christian Year;" 

'' With that free Spirit blest, 
Who to the contrite can dispense 
The princely joy of innocence." 

God, my God and Saviour, save. These concluding verses, as is 
intimated by Bishop Law, will be the prayer of the Jews, when the 
veil shall be taken from their hearts. 



100 PSALM LII. 

And build on high thy Salem^s icalls. It is difficult to understand 
how commentators, with the least perception of poetic beauty, can 
urge such an expression as this in its literal sense, as a proof that this 
verse must have been added, or the whole Psalm composed, after 
Jerusalem was in ruins. 



PSALM LII. 

Why boasts thy heart in deeds of ill, 

Thou man of lawless might ? 
The God of grace is sov' reign still, 

And he shall guard the right. 

Thy tongue is like a treach'rous knife ; 

Thy soul to crime hath clung : 
Thou lov'st the murd'rous words of strife, 

O thou deceitful tongue ! 

God, in his hour, thy strength shall crush, 

And root thee up from earth ; 
And from the land of life shall hush 

Thy dwelling's sound of mirth. 

The just shall see and fear and cry, 

" Yon man of might behold, 
Who sought not strength from God most High, 

But lean'd on crime and gold !" 

But I am like an olive green, 

Which God's fair courts enclose ; 

And in his love my hope serene 
Forever shall repose. 

His deeds forever shall I speak. 

And on his name rely : 
No worthier lot his saints can seek. 

Than thus to live and die. 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician, an Ode of David, when Doeg 
the Edomite came and told Saul, and said to him, ' David came to the 



PSALM LIII. 101 

house of Abimelech.' " The title is not contradicted by the contents 
of the Psalm. 

Thou man of lawless might. Mr. Mudge supposes the address, 
" mighty man," to be here ironical. 

God, in his hour, thy strength shall crush. The arrogant sinner is 
here apostrophized, and the personification at the end of the prece- 
ding verse is dropped. 

But lam like an olive green. If the occasion assigned in the super- 
scription were the true date of this Psalm, and if the speedy misery 
of the wicked and the final prosperity of the just be asserted by the 
sacred poet, how, it might well be asked, could this be consistent with 
the fate of Abimelech and his brethren, except David could point to a 
rest that remaineth for the people of God on high 1 



PSALM LIII. 

The fool saith in his heart, 

" There is no God to view :" 
They wind their ways, with loathsome art, 

And no man's deeds are true. 

God from the throne above 

Look'd o'erth' unnumber'd race, 

If any walk'd in wisdom's love, 
If any sought his grace. 

All, all are turn'd away. 

To common ruin run ; 
Where'er may fall his eye's keen ray, 

None doeth good, not one. 

And know they naught, nor heed, 
Whose hands with crime are red. 

Whose pray'rless wants my flock must feed. 
As feeds their common bread ? 

Fearfully fear'd the frail. 

And yet no fear there came ; 
God breaks the arms that thee assail. 

And thou may'st scorn their shame. 

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102 PSALM LIV. 

Oh, were salvation come 

From Sion's holy King ! 
What joy shall light the exile's home, 

When God his own shall bring ! 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician upon the flutes, an Ode of 
David." This is the fourteenth Psahn, with some very slight varia- 
tions. One of the chief of these is the use of the name God through- 
out for Jehovah. 

Fearfully fear'd the frail. This verse'contains the principal change 
from the words of the fourteenth Psalm. Whensoever or by whom- 
soever it was introduced, I cannot help thinking that the circumstan- 
ces which caused the variation gave to the Psalm a slightly different 
application, and caused its insertion here. 



PSALM LIV. 

Save me, O God, by thy great name, 

And judge me by thy pow'r. 
And hear the pray'r my lips shall frame 

In mine afflicted hour. 

For foes unknown beset my path, 

And murd'rous tyrants rise ; 
And not thy mercy nor thy wrath 

Can fix their impious eyes. 

Lo, on my side the faithful Lord 

Mid my defenders stands : 
His arm shall waste, with fell reward, 

The slayers' ambush' d bands. 

A cheerful gift, a worthy song. 

My God, I bring to thee ; 
Since all their wish on that false throng 

My rescued eyes may see. 

NOTES. — "For the chief musician on the stringed instruments, 
an Ode of David, when the Ziphites came and said to Saul, 'Doth 
not David hide himself with us V " It is very probable that such was 
really the origin of this brief supplication. 



PSALM LV. 103 

Save me, God, by thy great name. The name of God is, by a 
common Hebraism, placed for himself and his divine power. 



PSALM LV. 



Oh, hear, my God, while loud I pray, 

Nor hide thee from my cry ; 
Oh, hearken, while forlorn I stray, 
And heave the ceaseless sigh ; 

While high the shouts of malice ring. 

And vile oppressors rage ; 
While sorrow on my head they fling, 

And fiery warfare wage. 

Around my faint and groaning heart 
Death spreads its awful shade ; 

And trembling, at each sound I start. 
With horrid dreams afraid. 

Oh, I have cried, had I the wing, 

Like yon swift dove to roam ! 
Then should my spirit upward spring. 

And seek a peaceful home. 

Afar, in some untrodden waste. 

Would I my shelter find ; 
And joyful to its covert haste, 

And leave the storm behind. 

Destroy, O Lord, their counsels dark ; 

Their crafty tongues divide : 
For, round these walls, mine eye must mark 

The step of strife and pride. 

By day they rage, by night they prowl ; 

And crime and sorrow meet : 
Guilt holds with guile its dwelling foul, 

Nor leaves the blood-stain'd street. 



104 PSALM LV. 

It was no scofF of ancient hate ; ' 
Such taunt I scarce would dread : 

No open foe grew bold and great ; 
Then, I had seen and fled : 

But thou, as mine own bosom dear, 

My guide, with whom I trod. 
While words of sweetness charm'd the ear, 

Up to the house of God. 

Let ambush'd death their haughty prime 
Sweep downward to the tomb : 

For in their dwellinos dwells the crime 
That mocks the ling' ring doom. 

But I will call on God most High, 

The Lord, my Saviour near : 
At eve, at morn, at noon, I cry, 

And he my voice shall hear. 

He guards my peace through stormy strife. 
And hosts my cause maintain : 

The Lord, enthron'd in endless life, 
Breaks down the hostile train. 

They will not turn ; his wrath they dare ; 

They stretch their trait'rous hands 
Against the men whose peace they swear ; 

Against their cov'nant's bands. 

More soft than millv, the accents steal ; 

War fills the heart unseen : 
More smooth than oil, they seem to heal ; 

Each word a faulchion keen. 

Cast on the Lord his wisdom's gift. 

Thy doom, whate'er betide : 
His arm shall all thy burdens lift ; 

The righteous shall not slide. 



PSALM LVI. 105 

O God, before thine anger's blaze 

To death's dark gulf they flee ; 
For blood and fraud make transient days ; 

But I will trust in thee. 

NOTES. — "For the chief musician on the stringed instruments, 
an Ode of David." Like many others, it is referred by most of the 
commentators to the time when x'Vbsalom rose in insurrection against 
his father ; but this is only conjecture. 

Like yon sicift dove to roam. The dove is remarkable for the swift- 
ness of its flight. Pliny says that it is much swifter than the hawk, 
where it can range freely. 

For, round these icalls, mine eye must mark. Hatred and discord 
seem to be compared to sentinels, pacing the walls, and carefully ex- 
cludmg all peace ; or else to tumultuous bands, ranging through an 
unguarded city. 

But thou, as mine oicn bosom dear. The treason of Ahithophel may 
be deemed a type of the treason of Judas, as David was the type of 
Cluistinso many circumstances of his life. 

And Jwsts my cause maintain. Armies of angels, or rather all the 
powers of heaven, are on the side of the servant of God. 



PSALM LVI. 



Have mercy, Lord ! the panting breath 

Of tyrant foes is loud : 
Each day they pant to work my death, 

Each day to battle crowd. 

O thou most High, in fearful days 

I trust thy word and arm : 
My God I trust, my God I praise, 

Nor dread a mortal's harm. 

The livelong day my words they wrest, 

And all their thought is ill : 
They watch the paths my feet have press'd. 

And wait to rise and kill. 

Shall guilt so proud a refuge see ? 
The Lord their pride shall bow : 



106 PSALM LVII. 

Thou tell'st my steps, where'er I flee ; 
My tears, oh, treasure thou ! 

Are not my woes within thy book ? 

Oh, when to thee I cry. 
Before the God that ne'er forsook, 

I know my foes shall fly. 

My cheerful voice to God I raise, 

And trust his word and arm : 
The Lord my God I trust and praise, 

Nor dread a mortal's harm. 

Thy vows are on me, God of grace : 

I keep the pledge I gave. 
When look'd my soul on death's dread face, 

And thou wert there to save. 

Wilt thou not guide and guard me still, 

That, in thy holy sight, 
I journey onward by thy will. 

And walk in life and light f 

NOTES.—'' For the chief musician, to the tune of 'the SilentDove 
among Strangers,' a Writing of David, when the Phihstines took him 
in Gath." No more probable origin can be assigned to this Psalm. 

The panting hreath. They are painted as pressing behind him, like 
wild beasts, panting on the footsteps of their prey. 

My tears, oh, treasure tliou! The literal translation is, "put my 
tears into thy bottle." As the most precious wines or medicines 
were thus valued and preserved, so the Psalmist prays that the Lord 
would thus regard his tears, and not suffer them to fall unnoticed to 
the ground. We are accustomed to use comparisons still larger, 
when we speak of " floods" of tears. Tear-bottles are said to have 
been foiuid in old sepulchral urns. 



PSALM LVIL 

Have mercy, mercy, God most just ! 
My soul would flee, with trembling trust, 
Beneath thy shad'wing wings to lie, 
Till death's wild storms have hurried by. 



PSALM LVII. 107 

To God, the sov'reign God of all, 
My champion in the heav'ns, I call ; 
His love and truth shall hold me safe, 
When fierce destroyers roar and chafe. 

My soul is in a lion's den ; 
My dwelling is mid fiery men ; 
Their teeth as spears and arrows tear, 
Their tongue is like a faulchion bare. 

Be thou, O God, exalted high. 
In thy bright realms beyond the sky ; 
And far as stretch the earth and sea, 
Let thine own glory rise to thee. 

Along my path their net was spread ; 
They bow'd them down to watch my tread ; 
A treach'rous pit their hands prepar'd. 
And there they fell, themselves ensnar'd. 

My heart is tun'd, O God my King, 
My heart is tun'd, to praise and sing : 
Awake, my glory ; lute and lyre ; 
I wake, with morning's eastern fire. 

Amidst the realms I praise my Lord, 
Amidst the nations' glad accord : 
Thy mercy high as heav'n ascends, 
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 

Be thou, O God, exalted high 
Li thy bright realms beyond the sky ; 
And far as stretch the earth and sea, 
Let thine own glory rise to thee. 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, Destroy not, a Writing of 
David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave." The Psalm was un- 
doubtedly written after the deliverance, not during the peril. It is 
uncertain whether the words, " Destroy not," express its character, or 
the melody to which it was to be sung. 

Awake, my glory. Thus the soul is addressed, as tlie chief excel- 
lence and glory of man. 



108 PSALM LVIII. 

/ wake with morning^s eastern fire. Mr. Street translates this, " I 
will awake the morning," and quotes Milton's Allegro, 
" Oft list'ning how tlie hound and horn 
Cheerily rouse the slumb'ring morn." 



PSALM LVIIL 



Speak ye indeed, ye sons of man, 

The justice silent all too long ? 
No : all your hearts but evil plan, 

And weigh your hands but crime and wrong. 

E'en from the birth the wicked stray. 
And lies are on their earliest breath : 

A poison tracks their slimy way, 

So bears the serpent pois'nous death. 

So the deaf adder shuts her ear, 
And on, her path of murder winds ; 

The charmer's voice she will not hear. 
How wise so e'er the charm he binds. 

Break thou, O God, the lion's jaw ; 

Break the young lions' rav'nous teeth : 
And while their bows the guilty draw. 

Cast down the blunted shafts beneath. 

Waste thou their strength as waters glide, 
As melts the snail along the earth ; 

As, ere the light of life it ey'd. 

Has fall'n the mother's timeless birth. 

Before the thorns have felt the fire. 
Before the impious feast is warm, 

The Lord shall pour his righteous ire. 
And strew them on its whirlwind storm. 

The just shall joy where vengeance sweeps, 
And wash in impious gore his feet ; 

And men shall cry, " yes, well he reaps ; 
Yes, God has still a judgment seat." 



PSALM LIX. 109 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician, Destroy not, a Writing of 
David." Townsend places this Psahn, in the order of time, imme- 
diately after the fifty-seventh. 

And weighyour hands but crime and wrong. They are represented 
as balancing and distributing injuries, instead of right and justice. 

The charmer'' s voice she will not hear. In the Ease, at this day, there 
are many who pretend to exercise their incantations upon serpents, 
and really attain a surprising sldll in controlling them, after having 
extracted their poison. 

As melts the snail along the earth. The comparison is drawn from 
the appearance of the creature in its shmy progress, which is proba- 
bly attended by a loss of strength. 

HasfalVn the mother's timeless birth. " Abortivus, a cadendo,^' is 
the derivation of the Hebrew word. 

Before tJie thorns have felt the fire. The image comes from an acci- 
dent, which would sometimes befall travellers in the desert. Ha\ing 
prepared a fire of such fuel as they could collect, they would see all 
swept away by some sudden wliirlwind. 

And icash in impious gore his feet. This is not a figure of barbarous 
exultation, I believe ; but of the triumphant passage of the -sictor 
over the field of battle, where he could not but tread iu the blood of 
the slain. 



PSALM LIX. 

Save me, O God, from many foes, 
That, leagu'd to slay me, stand : 

Oh, hftme o'er their work of woes, 
And stay the bloody hand. 

Forlo, O Lord, around my path 
The mighty ambush wait : 

And, though they rush in fiery wrath, 
They rush with causeless hate. 

Lord God of Hosts, arise, awake, 
Thou God of Israel's seed ; 

Thy vengeance o'er the impious shake. 
Nor spare the spoiler's deed. 

At fall of eve, hke famish'd hounds. 
Around the walls they bark : 
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110 PSALM LIX. 

And, like a sword, their words are wounds, 
For " who is nigh to hark ?" 

Thou, Lord, shalt laugh to bitter scorn 
The heathen's boasting pow'r; 

Thou, in whose strength my heart forlorn 
Has found a shelt'ring tow'r. 

My God's dear mercy guards me still, 

And all my way o'erspreads ; 
My God my heart's desire shall fill 

On mine oppressors' heads. 

Yet slay them not, but strew them wide, 

A lesson long to yield : 
Bow down the murd'rers' tow'ring pride, 

O Lord, our sov'reign Shield ! 

For, with each word their lips prepare, 
Their tongue's transgressions soar : 

Let those proud words be made their snare, 
That impious falsehood pour. 

Oh, waste them, waste in wrath away, 

And let their ruin teach. 
How God in Jacob holds the sway 

That earth's wide bounds shall reach. 

At fall of eve, like famish' d hounds. 

Then let them turn and bark ; 
While men their hunger's moaning sounds 

The livelong night shall mark. 

But I, with morning's rising light, 
Thy pow'r and grace will sing : 

For thou hast been our shelt'ring might. 
My Saviour and my King ! 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician, Destroy not, a Writing of 
David, when Saul sent, and they watched tlie house to slay him." 
The words of the Psalm coincide very well with that liistory. Mr. 



PSALM LX. Ill 

Mudge, however, refers it, not without iilaiisibility, to the siege of 
Jenisalera by the Assyrians under Rabshakeh. 

Around the walls they hark. This has sometimes been translated as 
an imprecation, hke that near the end of the Psalm ; but it seems to 
present a more striking picture, if the present tense be adopted here, 
and the future or imperative there. 



PSALM LX. 

God, our armies thou hast left ; 

Their scatt'ring ranks thy sword has cleft ; 
Thy wrathful terrors fiercely burn ; 
Oh, turn us, Lord, and thou return ! 

Earth reels beneath thy vengeful stroke ; 
Oh, heal the breaches thou hast broke : 
In troublous scenes thy people pine, 
And drink confusion's deadly wine. 

Yet thou a banner fair hast rear'd, 

To tell thy name where thou wert fear'd ; 

Far o'er thy hosts belov'd to wave ; 

Then hear, and stretch thine arm, and save. 

And hark, the Lord lifts high his voice, 
And in his word my ears rejoice : 

1 haste old Shechem's walls to scale, 
And stretch my fine o'er Succoth's vale. 

And mine are Gilead's fruitful hills ; 
And mine the fields Manas seh tills ; 
My helmet's strength are Ephraim's bands ; 
My sceptre rests in Judah's hands. 

In Moab's streams my feet I lave, 
And cast my shoe to Edom's slave : 
Phihstia, raise thy joyous cry. 
To see thy conqu'ring lord so nigh. 



112 PSALM LXI. 

But who shall lead our trembling powers, 
And bring to Edom's battled tow'rs ? 
And hast thou cast us, Lord, away, 
And lead' St no more our weak array ? 

Oh, give US aid from trouble's chain ; 
For man's poor aid is false and vain : 
We march, with God's victorious might, 
And he shall tread our foes in flight. 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician on the six-stringed lyre, a 
Writing of David, to teach ; when he strove witli the Mesoi^otami- 
ans, and with the Syrians of Zobah, and when Joab returned, and 
smote twelve thousand of the Edomites in the Valley of Salt." It 
was in the course of those contests, probably, that tills Psahn had 
indeed its origin. 

And drink confusion^ s deadly wine. So Isaiah (U. 17.) 

" Which hast drunk at the hand of the Lord the cup of his fury; 

Thou hast drunken the dregs of the cup of trembUng, 

And wrung them out." 

Yet thou a banner fair hast r&ar^d. Soldiers are accustomed to look 
towards their standard witli ardour, and to follow boldly where it 
leads the way. 

And stretch my line o'er SuccotKs vale. To stretch the line was to 
divide the ground, in the right of an owner. Shechem was a strong 
town of the tribe of Ephraini. Succoth was in the tribe of Gad, be- 
yond Jordan, not far from the sea of Gemiesareth. Gilead and Ma- 
nasseh were also beyond Jordan. Eplu-aim was one of the mightiest 
and most populous of the tribes, and Judah was chief of all. A com- 
plete dominion, therefore, over tlie whole Jewish nation, is described 
m these verses. 

In MoaVs streams my feet I lave. The image is that of the most 
servile subjection. 

And cast my shoe to Edom's slave. Edom seems to be represented 
as the slave who performed the meanest office, that of receiving the 
shoe which the master cast from his foot. Other interpretations have 
been given ; but this corresponds best witli the character of the figure 
in tlie preceding line. 



PSALM LXL 

Hear, Lord, a sinking bosom's ciy 
From earth's most lonely land ; 

And lead me to the rock on high 
Where I may fearless stand. 



PSALM LXII. 113 

Oh, hear, for thou hast been my tow'r ; 

To thee my spirit springs ; 
To dwell within thy sacred bow'r, 

To hide beneath thy wings. 

My vows, O God, have found thine ear, 

And thou hast ne'er forgot : 
Mid them that keep thy holy fear, 

Thou giv'st me all my lot. 

With da3^s on days thy love supreme 
The king's long bliss shall swell : 

While age by age rolls on its stream. 
He still with God shall dwell. 

Oh, send from heav'n thy truth and love, 

To guard his perill'd way : 
So I will lift thy praise above, 

And daily off'rings pay. 

NOTES. — "For the chief musician on the stringed instruments, a 
Psalm of David." 

From earth's most lonely land. It may be doubted whether expres- 
sions like these are to be taken as if they would afford any evidence of 
the place at which a Psalm was composed. This is a natural figure 
for distress and barreimess of heart. 

TJie king''s long bliss shall swell. David is here the type of the 
Messiah ; and the words, in their fullest extent, are most true of the 
antitype. 



PSALM LXII. 

Still I will look for God's defence, 

My strength and rocky wall : 
All my salvation comes from thence : 

I shall not greatly fall. 

How long shall rush 5^our storming pow'rs 
Against one bosom just ? 
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114 PSALM LXII. 

Soon, like a shatter' d bulwark's tow'rs, 
Your might shaU strew the dust. 

They lie, to shake his seat above, 

The seat they cannot climb : 
Their lips o'erflow with words of love, 

Their hearts with thoughts of crime. 

But look, my soul, for God's defence, 

My strength and rocky wall ; 
For all my hope shall come from thence, 

And I shall never fall. 

In God, my God, who ne'er departs, 

My hope, my fame, abide : 
Oh, trust him all with outpour'd hearts, 

If good or ill betide. 

God is our strength ; but, strong or frail, 

The sons of men are vain ; 
And, weigh'd when judgment holds the scale. 

As light as air remain. 

Trust not the robber's sordid piles. 

Nor boast the hoarded ore : 
When round thy home rich plenty smiles. 

Yet love not wealth the more. 

For once and twice our God hath spoke. 

That his is sov'reign sway : 
And mercy, Lord, shall guide thy stroke. 

But thou shalt all repay. 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, for Jeduthun, a Psalm of 
David." If any date be chosen, it will doubtless be the time of his 
persecutions under Saul. 

They lie, to shake his seat above. The just man, of whom the 
Psalmist had immediately before spoken, is thus assailed by those 
who envy his prosperity and reputation. 

For once and twice our God luith spoke. This form of speech ex- 
presses a fixed and irrevocable determination or decree. So Job, 
(xxxiii. 14.) 

" For God speaketh once, yea twice, 
Yet man perceiveth it not." 



PSALM LXIII. 115 



PSALM LXIII. 

O God, my God, with morning's beam 

To thee my thirsty spirit flies : 
From wastes w^here ghdes no cooling stream, 

For thee my panting bosom cries. 

As I have seen, oh, might I see 

Thy glory in thy holy place ; 
And sing, more dear than hfe to me, 

The beams of thy celestial grace. 

My joyous lips shall speak thy praise, 

Till life's last breath in praise have ceas'd ; 

My hands in thy great name I raise, 
And on thy love my spirit feast. 

On my still couch at midnight laid, 
I muse on thee, each wakeful hour ; 

And bless thy wing's protecting shade. 
Since I have known my Guardian's pow'r. 

Fast to thy step my soul shall cleave, 
And thy right hand shall hold me fast. 

When they who snares and ruin weave 

To death's dark caves have downward pass'd. 

The sword and fox shall drink their gore ; 

The liars' lips shall close in shame ; 
But high in God my song shall soar 

Amid the hosts that lov'd thy name. 

NOTES. — " A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of 
Judah." It was evidently written at a time when the monarch was 
far removed from the sanctuary. By the ancient Christians it was 
called '' the morning Psalm," and sung every morning in the public 
service. 

The sword and fox shall drink their gore. The animal here named 
appears to be the jackall, which digs up and devours the bodies of the 
dead. 



116 PSALM LXIV. 



PSALM LXIV. 

Hear, O my God, my voice of pray'r ; 

Preserve my soul from fears and foes ; 
And hide me from the hidden snare, 

And strew the throngs that round me close. 

Their tongues are set like sharpen'd swords ; 

Against the just their bows are bent ; 
The pois'ning shafts are deadly words, 

Secret, and swift, and boldly sent. 

They arm and urge for deeds of ill ; 

And " who," they cry, " our snares shall mark?" 
They search, and search, their crimes to fill, 

And all their heart is deep and dark. 

But, like an arrow swift of wing, 

Shall God's just judgments pierce them through ; 
Their tongue shall yield their own false sting, 

And all shall flee that stand to view. 

For all shall see his wondrous ways, 

And far the Lord's dread deed shall tell : 

Li God, the just shall trust and praise. 
And high the upright heart shall swell. 

NOTES.— "For the chief musician, a Psahn of David." It is 
similar in its character to the fifty-second. 

TImj search, and search, their crimes to fill. In this completeness of 
inquiry after means of wrong, the most dreadful turpitude is de- 
hneated. 

And all shallfiee that stand to vieio. So, when Korah and his com- 
pany were destroyed, " all Israel that were round about them fled at 
the cry of them : for they said, Lest the earth swallow us up also." 
(Num. xvi. 34.) 



PSALM LXV. 117 



PSALM LXV. 

A peaceful praise is thine, 

In Sion's holy place, 
And grateful gifts surround thy shrine, 

Eternal God of grace. 

All souls to thee shall throng. 
Who hear'st the suppliant's call ; 

And though our thousand sins be strong, 
Yet thou canst cleanse from all. 

Oh, happy, chosen guests, 

To thy bright mansion led ! 
There, in thy love their spirit rests, 

And shares thy heav'nly bread. 

Dread wonders tell thy hand, 

O thou most strong to save ! 
Thou hope of earth's remotest strand, 

And isles that strew the wave. 

Thou, girt with pow'r around. 
Hast fix'd the mountains fast ; 

Thou still' St the seas' wild, raving sound, 
The billows and the blast. 

Thou still' St the billows' roar. 
The warring realms' alarm : 

The dwellers on each distant shore 
Behold and fear thine arm. 

Of thee the morning's beams. 

The evening shadows sing : 
And earth is rich with show'ring streams 

From God's exhaustless spring. 

Then, when the furrows yield 
Beneath thy trickling rain. 



118 PSALM LXVI. 

When gentle tides have smooth'd the field, 
Thou giv'stthe golden grain. 

Thy blessing opes the year, 

Thy goodness crowns its close ; 

And where thy rolling wheels appear, 
The dew of plenty flows. 

It flows on barren rocks, 

And waving vales rejoice ; 
And mountains, white with snowy flocks, 

Lift high their happy voice. 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, a Psahii and Song of David/' 
Tlie warring realms^ alarm. The stormy ocean seems here to sug- 
gest the thought of that tumult of nations, of which it is so apt an 
image. 

And where thy rolling wheels appear. Possibly the clouds may be 
here represented as the chariot of God. 



PSALM LXVL 

Let all the earth a joyful cry 

To God, its Maker, raise : 
And sing ye forth his name on high, 

And glorious be his praise. 

And say, *' how dreadful, Lord, art thou! 

Thy foes thy might shall own ; 
And all the earth shall lowly bow, 

And sing thy name alone." 

Come, see the wondrous works of God ! 

He dried the wat'ry way. 
And through the flood his people trod, 

And triumph swell' d their lay. 

He rules forever in his might ; 
His eyes the nations see ; 



PSALM LXVI. 119 

child of dust, beneath his sight 
Bow down thy rebel knee ! 

Oh, praise our God with praises high, 

Each tribe ofev'ryland : 
He hath not giv'n our souls to die ; 

And firm our footsteps stand. 

For thou, O God, our souls hast tried, 

Like silver in the flame : 
The net our struggling members tied, 

The burden bent our frame ; 

Hard on our necks th' oppressor rode ; 

Through fire and wave we pass'd : 
But thou to plenty's fair abode 

Hast led our feet at last. 

And therefore, in thy temple bow'd, 

INIy cheerful thanks I pay ; 
And keep whate'er my lips have vow'd 

In trouble's dismal day. 

1 promised gifts, and gifts I bear, 

From forest, field and stall ; 
The incense rising with my pray'r, 
My flocks, my herds, my all. 

Come, ye that fear the Lord most High, 

And I his grace will tell ; 
My lips to him have made my cry, 

My Hps his praise shaU swell. 

If glad in guilt my heart could rest. 
Unheard that heart might pray ; 

But now he hears : my God be bless'd. 
Who would not turn away ! 

NOTES.— "For the chief musician, a Song or Psalm." It is 
generally ascribed to the times immediately after the captivity. 



120 PSALM LXVII. 

He dried tlie icaVry icay. The Hebrews always went back to the 
wonders of their dehverance from Egypt, as the most signal example 
of divine interposition on behalf of their nation. 

Hard on our necks tW oppressor rode. This image is apparently 
taken from the horse under his rider. Others suppose it to represent 
the furious conqueror, tramphng his foes beneath the hoofs of his 
steed ; a figure repeatedly employed by the ancients. 



PSALM LXVII. 

God grant us blessing, grant us grace, 
And lift the brightness of his face ; 
Till all the world thy ways shall know, 
The realms to thy salvation flow. 

Thy praise, O God, let nations raise. 
Let all the nations hymn thy praise ; 
And one high song of gladness soar 
From ev'ry tribe of ev'ry shore. 

For thou shalt judge the world in right, 
And lead the people by thy might : 
Thy praise, O God, let nations raise. 
Let all the nations hymn thy praise. 

So earth shall yield her large increase, 
And God, our God, shall send us peace : 
Our homes shall taste his blessing here, 
And earth's far bounds shall learn his fear. 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician on the stringed instruments, 
a Psalm or Song." It is placed by Townsend during the captivity ; 
but there is nothing to determine its date. 

TUl all tlie world thy tcays shall know. The call of the Gentiles is 
clearly anticipated here ; so clearly, that this verse has been selected 
as the fittest form of supplication for the extension of the church of 
Christ. 



PSALM LXVIII. 121 



PSALM LXVIII. 



Let God arise, and strew afar 

His foes before his conqu'ring car, 

Like smoke that drives when tempests blow, 

Like wax beneath the sunbeam's glow. 

So let th' ungodly' s might expire, 
When God shall lift his glance of fire ; 
While o'er his people's joyous way 
That glance shall pour resplendent day. 

Sing praise to God, sing praises high 
To him who rides the stormy sky ; 
Make straight his path with glad acclaim : 
The Lord Jehovah is his name. 

The Father of the orphan child, 

The widow's Judge and Saviour mild, 

He dwells in yon celestial place, 

And rules the world with glorious grace. 

God brings the wand'rer home in peace, 
And gives the fetter' d feet release ; 
But far, in regions parch' d and diy, 
Th' unhumbled rebels pine and die. 

Lord, when along the desert sands 
From bondage came thy rescued bands, 
And thy bright path their footsteps led, 
Earth shook beneath the awful tread. 

The heav'ns their Maker's presence knew, 
And fell in drops of trembling dew ; 
And Sinai heav'd its pillars fast. 
When God, the God of Israel, pass'd. 

From thee came down a gracious show'r, 
To stay thy pilgrims' fainting pow'r, 
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122 PSALM LXVIII. 

Till trod the poor the home of rest, 
That thy rich love with plenty bless'd. 

The Lord the word of triumph spoke ; 
The strain of many a songstress woke : 
And kings and armies fled away, 
And peaceful households shar'd the prey. 

" In servile bonds too long ye toil'd ; 

The dove's fair plumes were clipp'd and soil'd 

But now 3^e spread each silv'ry fold, 

And soar on pinions bright with gold.' 

When monarchs, with their flying hosts. 
Were strew'd through all the conquer'd coasts. 
Their whit'ning bones the vallies press'd, 
As white as snow on Salmon's crest. 

The crags of Bashan touch the cloud ; 
Why scowl those envious summits proud ? 
A nobler mount than Bashan' s swells, 
Where God the Lord forever dwells. 

Mid twice ten thousand chariots bright, 
Mid thousand thousand hosts of light, 
The Lord maintains his holy place, 
As once on Sinai's trembling base. 

Thou hast ascended, Lord, on high, 
And captive led captivity : 
Thy triumph's gifts and thine abode 
On rebel man thy love bestow'd. 

Bless'd be the Lord, who, day by day, 
With blessings loads our happy way ; 
The Lord our Saviour, strong to save, 
Who opes and shuts th' impris'ning grave. 

The Lord the head of pride shall bow, 
And spurn th' oppressor's stubborn brow, 



PSALM LXVIII. 123 

And crush beneath his wheels of wrath 
The hosts that crowd the guilty path. 

For God hath said, *' I lead once more 
From Bashan, from the deep sea-shore ; 
The blood of foes shall wash thy tread, 
And stain thy dogs' fierce nostrils red." 

M}'- God, my King, before our eyes 
How fair thy courts, thy train arise ; 
The chanting crowd, the minstrels sweet, 
The virgin timbrels' measur'd beat ! 

" Oh, bless our God," so soars the song, 
" Oh, bless the Lord where myriads throng : 
Let all that flows from Israel's spring 
Li one loud swell his praises bring !" 

There Jacob's youngest marshall'd stands, 
And Judah's chiefs, with kingly bands ; 
The chiefs of northern Napht'li's host, 
The chiefs of Zeb'lun's wealthy coast. 

God gives thy strength : oh, strengthen still, 
And all thy work, our God, fulfil : 
Till kings with costly gifts shall wait 
Before thy Sion's temple gate. 

Rebuke the beast that shakes his reeds, 
The lordly herds on countless meads ; 
And let the wealth of nations shine 
In peaceful tribute at thy shrine. 

Oh, break the hosts whose joy is strife ; 
From God let kingdoms ask their life ; 
Let princes throng from Egypt's strand. 
And Afric spread her suppliant hand. 

Sing, all ye realms, high praises sing, 
A royal song to God our King : 



124 PSALM LXVIII. 

The heav'n of heav'ns bears up his wheels ; 
His voice, a voice of glory, peals. 

O God, in sovereign might alone, 
How dreadful tow'rs thy cloudy throne ! 
Yet thou thy people's strength shalt yield : 
Oh, bless'd be God, his Israel's shield ! 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician, a Psalm or Song of David." 
It was undoubtedly sung when the ark was borne from the house of 
Obed-Edom to Mount Sion; and it appears as if it may have been 
adapted to be dropped and resumed at intervals, as the procession 
advanced. The apostle Paul has applied one passage to the ascen- 
sion of our Saviour; of which that solemn entrance of the ark into its 
abode w'asa majestic figure. 

Let God arise, and strew afar. This is the same form which was 
uttered by Moses, as often as the ark was taken up to be removed 
with the Israelites on their journeys in the desert. 

Tlic Lord Jehovah is his name. The name Jah is but an abbrevia- 
tion of Jehovah, the title of everlasting, self-existent Deity. 

Lord, when along tJic desert sands. Hardly any thing more noble 
can be imagined, than the introduction of these sublime remembran- 
ces, while the ark proceeded with its splendid train. 

The strain of many a songstress icoke. " The publishers of the 
tidings" are, in the original, named by a feminine word : and it seems 
to allude to the songs of Miriam and the other women of Israel. 

In servile bonds too long ye toiVd. This verse is supposed to be the 
song of the women. 

As white as snow on Salmon^s crest. Mount Salmon was that hill 
near Shechem, from which Abimelech and his host cut down, every 
man his bough, to burn the tower of Shechem. The translation 
which is here given follows tlie most probable interpretation of a 
difficult passage. So Ovid, 

" Humanis ossibus albet humus." 

Fast, i. 
The soil is white with bones of men. 

TJie crags of Bashan touch the cloud. The poet proceeds to magnify 
the hill olthe Lord over mountains far loftier, but less favoured. 
Thus, the tall summits in Bashan look with envy towards Sion. 

Mid twice ten thousand chariots bright. Here the thought rises, if I 
mistake not, above all the earthly pomp of the tabernacle, to that 
celestial splendour which could best be compared with tlie sight at 
Mount Sinai. 

Thou hast ascended, Lord, on high. The train may here be suppo- 
sed to be ascenduig tlie hill. God is entering into his holy place 
with all that invisible glory which had just been sung. But St. Paul 
(Eph. iv. 8.) teaches us to view in this the type of the ascending Re- 
deemer. 



PSALM LXIX. 125 

From Bashan,from tlie deep sea-shore. The meaning of this verse 
would seem to be, that the fiiture protection and victories which the 
Lord would grant his people should not be inferior to those which 
had distinguished their ancient days of conquest. 

My God, my King, before our eyes. Here the procession perhaps 
paused at the entrance of the sacred courts. 

TJie virgin timbrels^ measured beat. The timbrel was an instrument 
of hollow wood, covered with leather ; and was beaten with the hand, 
for the most part by females. It was devoted to sacred and festival 
occasions. 

There JacoVs youngest marshaWd stands. Judah and Benjamin 
were the two nearest of the tribes to Jerusalem; and Zebulun and 
Naphtali two of the most remote ; so tliat these may well represent 
the whole nation, near and far. 

Rebuke the beast that shakes his reeds. This is, probably, either the 
crocodile, the natural figure for Egypt ; or the lion, which often lies 
among the reeds on the banks of rivers, and would be the image of 
any mighty and ferocious enemy. 

The lordly herds on countless meads. All the Gentile nations are 
denoted by these hosts of stronger and weaker animals. 



PSALM LXIX. 

Save me, O God ! the waters roll, 
And press to drown my struggling soul ; 
I sink amidst th' unfathom'd deep, 
And o'er my head wild billows sweep. 

With weary cries my spirit faints ; 
My voice is hoarse with long complaints ; 
My tearful eye has lost its ray. 
So long I wait my God's delay. 

For more than all my clust'ring hair. 
The foes whose causeless hate I bear ; 
The slayer's arm is false and strong, 
And wrests my right, for unknown wrong. 

Thou, Lord of hosts, my soul canst see ; 
It hides no guilty thought from thee : 
Yet look on those who trust thy name, 
Nor bring their hope with mine to shame. 
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120 PSALM LXIX. 

O God, the God of Israel's race, 

For thee I hide my burning face ; 

An outcast from my brethren's hearth, 

And scorn'd by mine own mother's birth. 

Thy temple's zeal my breast inspires ; 
It wastes me with its sacred fires : 
For, tow'rds my head the taunts I call, 
That on thy name were aim'd to fall. 

The sackcloth robe I meekly bore ; 
The gate's vile gazers mock'd the more : 
My soul in tears and fasting pin'd, 
And heard the drunkard's song beliind. 

But, in an hour when thou art near, 
My pray'rs, O Lord, shall seek thine ear : 
Oh, let thine ancient love abound, 
And thy salvation shield me round. 

Redeem, redeem me, from my foes ; 
Let not the waters o'er me close : 
Roll back destruction's w^helming wave, 
Nor shut me in the darksome cave. 

Oh, hear in thine abounding grace, 
Nor hide, good Lord, thy glorious face : 
Fast sinks my soul mid hate and grief; 
Oh, hear and haste with thy relief. 

My shame is all before thy view ; 
Thou look' St my foes' strong legions through : 
Reproach and shame have crush'd my heart, 
And rushing tears in anguish start. 

I gaze, to catch some pitying eye. 
And see no friend, no mourner nigh : 
I ask'd for bread, and gall they gave, 
And sour'd the bowl my thirst must crave. 



PSALM LXIX. 127 

Oh, let their board their bane prepare, 
And ev'ry blessing hide a snare ; 
Oh, blind their eyes, and bow them low 
With thy fierce wrath's consuming blow. 

And be their home a blasted spot, 
And be their tents a scene forgot ; 
Because they triumph in thy stroke, 
And mock the heart thy rod has broke. 

Oh, for their evil, evil send ; 
Nor with the righteous be their end. 
Nor with the living be their place, 
But blot them from thy book of grace. 

For me, though poor and faint I lie. 
My God shall lift my head on high ; 
And I m}^ thankful hymn will bring. 
And loud the Lord's salvation sing. 

Such gift the Lord far less can scorn. 
Than slaughter' d herds with hoof and horn : 
The humble eye shall gaze and glow ; 
The faithful heart in joy shall flow. 

O God, who hear' St when want complains, 
Nor spurn'st thy people's captive chains, 
Let heav'n, and earth, and ev'ry sea. 
And all their dwellers, sing to thee ! 

For God shall Sion's walls restore. 
And Judah's tow'rs shall rise once more ; 
And there his servants' seed shall rest, 
Where truth abides, and love is bless'd. 

NOTES. — "For the chief musician on the sLx;-stringed hai-p, a 
Psahn of David." It can be understood only when it is viewed as 
prophetic of the Messiah, 

It wastes me with its sacred fires. The apostles appUed this passage 
to the zeal of our Saviour, when he drove the money-changers from 
the temple. 



12S rSALM LXX. 

The gate's vile gazers mocWd the more As the gates of cities were 
very public places, where the courts were held, and where the 
multitude assembled for every purpose, the idle and dissolute would 
natiu-ally be there, deriding the righteous passer. 

And sour\l the hotel my thirst must crave. " Vinegar," says Har- 
mar, " was in the East the refreshment of a slave, of a wretched pris- 
oner." This was the Scripttire which was fulfilled when our Lord 
said upon the cross, ''I thirst." Prophecy is seen in these minute 
circumstances of correspondence. 

Oh, let their board their hane prepare. The apostle Paul (Rom. xi.) 
regards this as accomplished in the blindness of the Jews, after tlieir 
rejection of the Saviour. Such denunciations are to be viewed 
cliiefly in the light of curses from God upon the stubborn enemies of 
his Son. 

Than slaughtered herds with hoof and horn. " That is," says Dr. 
Durell, " of full age for sacrifice, which was three at least." So 
Virgil, Eel. iii. v. 87. 

"Jam cornu petat, et pedibus qui spargat arenam." 
When aiming now th' assailant horn he stands, 
And toss his feet on high the scatter'd sands. 



PSALM LXX. 

O God, to whom my hope shall cling, 

Redeem my captive life : 
Oh, come with speed thy mercy's wing 
Haste, my Deliv'rer and my King, 

And end this anxious strife. 

Let shame and trouble whelm them all, 

Who hem my guiltless track : 
Let them who ask my fatal fall, 
And loud " aha !" in insult call, 
Be chas'd in ruin back. 

Joy be with them who joy in thee, 

Till " God be prais'd," they say : 
And I, though poor and lone I flee, 
Will hope the Lord's kind arm to see : 
My God, make no delay ! 



PSALM LXXI. 129 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician, a Psalm of David, for remem- 
brance." It is a copy of the last five verses of the fortieth Psalm. 

O God, to wliom my hope shall cling. Some special use of the words 
of this Psalm, in the temple service, must probably have led to its 
separate insertion here. 



PSALM LXXL 

In thee, O Lord, I trust : 

Save me from shame and fear ; 

Save me, as thou art good and just, 
And bow thy gracious ear. 

Oh, send thy rescuing pow'r. 

That I may always flee, 
And find my rock and shelt'ring tow^'r, 

And fortress, Lord, in thee. 

Redeem me, God my King, 

From fierce and treach'rous hands : 
My onty hope, from youth's fair spring, 

Li thee unchanging stands. 

From life's first dawning ray, 
From nature's ent' ring gate, 

Th}^ hand has op'd and led my way, 
That hand my praises wait. 

Thy shelter safe I seek. 

While wond'ring throngs adore ; 
Oh, let my lips thy glory seek. 

My song forever soar. 

And cast me not away, 

When age has bar'd my brow ; 

Forsake me not, when, old and gray, 
My fait' ring limbs I bow. 

My foes' wild fury breaks 
In one tumultuous cry ; 



130 PSALM LXXI. 

*' Pursue and slay ! his God forsakes ; 
No Saviour's arm is nigh." 

Oh, go not far, my Lord ! 

Thy strong, swift aid disclose : 
Let shame and scorn and woe reward 

My soul's remorseless foes. 

But I will hope and praise, 

And high my song shall swell ; 

And still my lips, through endless days, 
Shall thy salvation tell. 

I cannot count thy gifts, 

But, clad in strength divine. 
The praise my pilgrim spirit lifts 

Is thine, is only thine. 

My youth the Lord has led. 

And I his praise have told : 
Forsake not. Lord, my hoary head, 

My fait' ring limbs and cold ; 

Till I have shew'd thy pow'r 

To ages yet to be : 
How high, *0 Lord, thy judgments tow'r! 

Oh, who shall vie with tliee ! 

Thou gav'st me want and w^oe, 
And thou shalt blessing give ; 

Till, bursting from the depths below, 
My soul in thee shall live. 

So, girt with mercy round, 

Thy truth, my God, I sing. 
And wake the harp's and psalt'ry's sound 

To Israel's holy King. 

My hymn and ransom'd heart 
To thee shall always rise ; 



PSALM iXXII. 131 

For lo, th' ensnarer drops his dart, 
And, sham'd and silent, flies. 

NOTES. — This Psalm is without superscription. It is, however, 
ascribed by many to the old age of David, and to the occasion of his 
flight from Absalom. 

Bishop Jewel requested that it might be sung by those around 
him, just before his death. It was read also to the excellent Jones of 
Nayland in his last moments ; and at the end he added, with great 
mildness and composure, '' if this be dying, I had no idea what dying 
was before." 

In thee, Lord, I trust. This is also the beginning of the thirty- 
first Psalm. Transferred into the Te Deum, "in te, Doraine, 
speravi," it formed the last words of Cardinal Ximenes. 

JVfiile wondering throngs adore. They are represented as wonder- 
ing at the greatness of the deliverance. 

And cast me not away. Bucer repealed these words in his last 
hours. 



PSALM LXXII. 



Give, Lord, the king, the kingly heir, 

Thy sceptre and thy rod : 
So shall the meek his justice share, 

The people of our God. 

The mountain's sides with peace shall wave, 
x\nd truth the hills shall crown : 

His arm the sons of want shall save, 
And break th' oppressor down. 

Long as the sun shall mount in light. 

Or moons shall wax and wane, 
While age by age sweeps on its flight,. 

Shall mortals fear thy reign. 

He shall come down, as trickling show'rs. 

O'er verdant meadows flow ; 
And still the just shall bloom as flow'rs 

And peace, like spring, shall glow. 



132 PSALM LXXII. 

From sea to sea, from Eastern streams 

To earth's untrodden end, 
His crown shall pour its glorious beams, 

His foes in dust shall bend. 

The desert tribes, the island kings, 
With costly gifts shall wait ; 

Sheba, and Seba, and the wings 
Of Tarshish' golden freight. 

All monarchs at his feet shall bow. 
All realms shall be his land ; 

For he shall hear the sufF'rer's vow. 
And help the helpless hand. 

His grace the humble shall redeem 
From hostile fraud and strife ; 

And precious in his high esteem 
Shall be their guarded life. 

So shall he live, through endless days, 
Mid Sheba's treasures crown'd ; 

And for his sake shall pray'r and praise 
Lift high their daily sound. 

The blade that on the mountain starts 

Like Lebanon shall nod : 
As fair shall bloom the crowded marts 

As blooms the rural sod. 

His name shall stand, when last the sun 
Shall tinge the purple West ; 

And ev'ry kingdom, link'd in one. 
Shall bless him, and be blcss'd. 

Forever prais'd be God the Lord, 
Our Israel's Saviour strong : 

Let all the earth his name record, 
His glorious praise prolong ! 

Amen, Amen. 



PSALM LXXIII. 133 

NOTES. — •■' A Psalm of Solomon." It has been frequently sup- 
posed to relate to this king, and to have been written by David in an- 
ticipation of the accession of his son. But it is possible, also, that 
Solomon, amidst the glories of liis own reign, may have looked for- 
ward to the happier kingdom of the Messiah, and have thus sung of 
its peace. 

The mountain's sides icith peace shall wave. The boldness of these 
figures will not surprise any reader of the Scriptures ; though, in a 
writer of our own climate and age, it might be starding. 

From sea to sea, from Eastern streams. The Euphrates is '*' tlie 
river," which is here employed, as if to denote the Eastern hmits of 
the world. 

Slieha, and Scba, and tJie icings. Sheba was probably a region of 
Arabia Felix, or a country on the opposite shore in Africa, renowned 
for its gold and spices. Seba was the name of a country and city of 
Ethiopia ; the celebrated Meroe of the ancients. 

The blade that on the mountain starts. A little grass, on a barren 
mountain, is an apt figure of the beginning of the church of Christ ; 
and Lebanon, nodding with all its cedars, does not too boldly express 
its growth. 

As fair shall bloom the crowded marts. The universal effects and 
progress of the Gospel seem to be denoted by this universal beauty 
of nature. 

This Psalm closes the second Book of the Masoretic division ; and 
is followed by these words, "the Prayers of David the Son of Jesse 
are ended." It is possible that some earher collection of Psalms 
closed with this. Otherwise it would be hard to explain such an 
addition, since there are many other Psalms, after this, which are 
ascribed to David, and many which are undoubtedly from his hand. 



PSALM LXXIII. 

Yes, to Israel God is kind, 
Gracious to the pure in mind : 
Yet, with thronging doubts assail'd, 
Once my feet almost had fail'd. 

Weak I paus'd, and wav'ring stood ; 
For I mark'd th' ungodly' s good ; 
And my heart, in envious gloom, 
Watch'dthe sinner's prosp'rous doom. 

On in fearless strength they tread, 
Till they slumber with the dead : 
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134 PSALM LXXIII. 

Naught they know of mortal cares, 
Mortal burden ne'er was theirs. 

Therefore pride their necks hath bound ; 
Strife, as raiment, wraps them round : 
Swell their eyes, with lux'ry blind ; 
Fortune leaves their wish behind. 

High and cruel words they pour ; 
High their tyrant boastings soar : 
Heav'n their mouth's defiance hears, 
And their tongue o'er earth careers. 

So return their people still, 
Joy's wild cup to drain and fiU : 
*' How shall God discern ?" they cry ; 
'' Is there knowledge hid on high ?" 

Lo, th' ungodly prosper so ; 
So their peaceful riches grow : 
From my hands and heart in vain 
I have wash'd the guilty stain. 

Still till eve my spirit pines, 
On my woe the morning shines : 
Yet, if thus my lips shall say, 
From thy children I shall stray. 

So my dazzled eyes and thought 
Long in vain repose had sought, 
Till to God's high courts I drew ; 
There the sinner's end I knew. 

On a slipp'ry path they go. 
To a sudden, swift o'crthrow : 
In a moment they decay. 
And in terrors pass away. 

As the morning dreamer wakes, 
So the Lord their slumber breaks ; 



PSALM LXXIII. 135 

As a dream when sleep is past, 
Flits their image on the blast. 

Vainly was my bosom torn ; 
Foohsh rose my doubt forlorn ; 
Senseless as the beasts that die, 
I arraign' d the will most High. 

Still by thee, with thee, I stand ; 
Thou hast held me by thy hand : 
With thy counsel guide me now ; 
Then to glory welcome thou ! 

Whom have I in heav'n but thee f 
Whom so dear on earth to me f 
Heart and flesh may fail and pine ; 
God my strength shall then be mine ; 

Then, my fainting bosom's health, 
Then, my soul's eternal wealth ; 
When the wand'rers from thy path 
Perish in thy wasting wrath. 

Lord my God, my soul is bless'd, 
At thy feet to bow and rest : 
All my trust to God shall cling, 
While his wondrous works I sing. 

NOTES.— ''A Psalm of Asaph." The bold and lofty style, and 
the didactic character, mark it as indeed the production of that majes- 
tic singer. 

Yes, to Israel God is kind. This abrupt beginning is very expres- 
sive of the conflicting thoughts of the poet. 

Therefore, pride their necks hath bound. Pride is compared with a 
chain of gold, bound about the neck. 

Swdltlieireyes, laith luxury blind. So Eliphaz, (Job xv. 27.) speak- 
ing of the wicked, 

" Because he covereth his face with his fatness." 
And their tongue o'er earth careers. It goes abroad, like a robber, 
to destroy the character and the happiness of many. 

So return their people still. The eUiptical conciseness of the original 
renders this passage very obscure ; but the sense wliich is here given 
seems best to harmonize with the tenor of what precedes and follows. 



136 PSALM LXXIV. 

Till to God^s high courts J drcic. This may be an instance, I be- 
lieve, of that mode of speech in which the outward forms and worship 
of the Mosaic system are distinctly named as the figure of something 
inward and spiritual. For, it was in communion with God and in 
the study of his word that the Psalmist learned this truth, but perhaps 
not from any immediate instruction in the temple or synagogue. 



PSALM LXXIV. 



Oh, wherefore mourn we, God of grace, 
Forever exil'd from thy face ? 
Why thus around thy flock and fold 
Has wrath's hot smoke its blackness roll'd ? 

Think on the people thou hast bought. 
The tribes thine arm from bondage brought ; 
Think on Mount Sion's chosen halls, 
And turn thee tow'rds their wasted walls. 

The foe's bold feet profane thy soil ; 
Thy foes rush in with crime and spoil : 
They shout within thy place of pray'r, 
And lift their conqu'ring standards there. 

Once, he whose arm was strong to fell, 
In the thick forest prov'd it well : 
But now the axe and hammer ring, 
Where down the chisell'd work they fling. 

They give thy temple to the blaze, 
Thy name's abode they stain and raze : 
" Destroy we all," their hearts exclaim, 
And all the land sends up the flame. 

No house of God its portal rears ; 
No sign in heav'n or earth appears ; 
No prophet pours a soothing song ; 
And no man's heart can tell how long. 



PSALM LXXIV. 137 

How long, O God, shall hate revile ? 
How long thy foes blaspheming smile ? 
Why lies thy arm'cl right hand in rest ? 
Oh, pluck it from thy sheathing breast ! 

God is our King from days of old ; 
The earth thy saving strength has told : 
Thy might the roaring waters clave, 
And crush'd the dragons of the wave. 

It trampled down the monster's head ; 
The desert dwellers saw and fed : 
It op'd the fount, the torrent's tide. 
And mighty streams it check'd and dried. 

The day is thine, the night is thine ; 
By thee the sunbeams rise and shine ; 
Earth's utmost borders thou hastspann'd, 
And all the seasons praise thy hand. 

Remember, Lord, th' opposers' crowd. 
The fool's blasphemings, bold and loud : 
Forsake not' thou thy mourning dove. 
But shield the people of thy love. 

Think on the cov'nant : ev'iy clime 
Sees the dark holds of cruel crime : 
Oh, turn not back th' oppress'd with shame ; 
Let want and woe extol thy name. 

Arise, O God, thy cause maintain ; 
Think on the fools' blaspheming train ; 
Forget thou not their guilty cry ; 
Each day, each hour, it swells on high ! 

NOTES.—'' A Poem of Asaph." This title, however, must be 
incorrect, as the Psahii is obviously from a later age ; and no other 
occasion can well be fixed for the events to which it alludes, except 
the victorious assault of the Chaldeans upon the city, and its subse- 
quent desolation. Archbishop Seeker judges it probable that this 
Psalm and some others describe prophetically the present condition 
of the Jews. 

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138 PSALM LXXV. 

Once he wJiose arm was strong to fell. Mr. Merrick gives a slightly 
cUfFerent sense, with elegance, though diffusely ; 

" As when the woodman's stroke invades 
The lofty grove's thick-woven shades, 
So through thy temple's awful bounds 
Now here, now there, tlie axe resounds ; 
And down in shapeless ruins fall 
The sculptures fair that grac'd its wall, 
Rich with the forest's noblest spoil. 
And wrought by heaven-directed toil." 

Mr. Goode has still anotlier idea ; 

" Once the wise, with skilful hand. 
Where the trees thick shading stand, 
O'er the boughs the axe inchn'd, 
For the temple's use design'd. 
But, alas ! with impious stroke 
Now its beauteous frame is broke ; 
Torn from off its sacred walls, 
Carv'd with art, its glory falls. 

No house of God its portal rears. Synagogues seem not yet to 
have been estabhshed; but there may have been places of resort for 
religious instruction, not altogether unlike them ; for the people ap- 
pear to have gone, for such purposes, to the prophets and priests. 

No prophet pours his soothing song. Jeremiah was, indeed, living; 
but he had been persecuted, and forbidden to prophesy ; nor is a 
single expression of this kind, in poetry, to be pressed in the utmost 
strictness of possible interpretation. 

And crushed tlie dragons of the icavc. Pharaoh and his host are 
compared with the crocodiles and other monstrous animals of tlie 
Red Sea. 

The desert dwellers saw and fed. The bodies cast upon the shore 
were devoured by the wild beasts which inhabit the wilderness ; or, 
perhaps, plundered by the neighbouring tribes. 

Forsalce not thou thy mourning dove. This is the well known em- 
blem of the alllicted church. 



PSALM LXXV. 



To thee, O God, our praise we owe, 

To thee our praise we pay : 
Thy wondrous works, that round us glow, 

Thy radiant name display. 



PSALM LXXV. 139 

When I th' assembly's sceptre take, 

With me shall justice reign : 
Earth and its nations pine and quake ; 

Its pillars I maintain. 

" Be fools no more," to fools I cried, 

" Nor lift your impious horn ; 
Lift high no more the horn of pride, 

Nor boast with necks of scorn. 

No breeze from East or West or South 

Can pow'r and honour blow ; 
One righteous word from God's own mouth 

Exalts and levels low." 

In God's right hand a wine-cup gleams. 

Its brim is sparkling high ; 
He pours for guilt its blood-red streams, 

And guilt must drain them dry. 

But I to Jacob's God will wake 

My ceaseless song and vow: 
My might th' ungodly's horn shall break. 

And hft the righteous brow. 

NOTES. — "For the chief musician, Destroy not, a Psahn or 
Song of Asaph." It is impossible to determine its true origin; but 
if it was from Asaph, the second verse must relate exclusively to 
Christ. 

Nor lift your impious horn. As the sign of strength and pride in 
tliose beasts that bear it, the horn became the emblem of these quali- 
ties ill man. So Horace, addressing wine, 
" Addis cornua j)auperi." 

Carm. L. 3. v. 15, 18. 
Thou giv'st the poor man horns of might. 
So also Ovid, 

" Time pauper cornua sumit." 

Ar. Am. L. i. 239. 
Then the poor beggar takes the horns of pride. 



140 PSALM LXXVI. 



PSALM LXXVI. 

Our God in Israel's songs is great, 

His name in Judah known ; 
In Salem shines his kingly state, 

And Sion is his throne. 

There brake his hands the hostile bow, 

And dash'd its lightnings wide : 
The shield and sword were trampled low, 

And war's wild tumult died. 

Fair mount, with God's own presence crown'd, 

More strong is thine array, 
Than tenfold hosts that guard around 

The robber's hills of prey. 

The stout of heart were spoil'd in flight ; 

A deadly sleep they slept : 
Not one of all the men of might 

His hand's old cunning kept. 

O Jacob's God, at thy command 

Chariot and steed went down : 
Thou, thou art dreadful ; who can stand 

Before thine angry frown ? 

From heav'n thy voice its thunders gave. 

And earth stood still, and fear'd ; 
When God, the humble souls to save. 

His arm in judgment rear'd. 

The wrath of man thy praise shall bring ; 

Its remnant thou shalt stay : 
Ye nations, vow to God your King, 

Your homage vow, and pay. 

From far and near, with ofF'rings bow'd, 
His awful throne adore j 



PSALM LXXVII. 14.1 

His awful throne, who quells the proud, 
The kings of ev'ry shore. 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician on the stringed instruments, 
a Psalm or Song of Asaph." It is commonly supposed to have been 
written after the destruction of the army of Sennacherib. 

And dashed its lightnings wide. The lightnings of the bow are its 
arrows, which are made powerless by divine intei-vention. 

The robber's hills of prey. However strongly defended may be the 
castles and holds of the wicked, they are not so impregnable as the 
city where the Lord has his dwelling. 

Its remnant thou shalt stay. I have followed the authorized transla- 
tion, though the exact meaning is not very well decided. De Wette 
would render it, " with the last anger thou girdest thyself;" in the 
sense that, as a warriour reserves his last weapons for extreme need, 
so God reserves his extraordinary judgments for extraordinary emer- 
gencies. 



PSALM LXXVII. 

My voice to God ascends ; 

To God my voice shall cry : 
I seek the Lord, whose ear attends, 

Though trouble clouds the sky. 

All night my hands I spread, 

Nor rest nor comfort bear ; 
Grief's wildest waves o'erflow my head, 

And groans are all my pray'r. 

I think on thee, and sigh ; 

My weary lips are dumb : 
Sleep flies afar my straining eye, 

That strains to see thee come. 

I think on days of old. 

On years departed long. 
With mine own breast communion hold, 

And wake my nightly song. 



142 PSALM LXXVII. 

Then asks my anxious heart, 

" Will God forever spurn ? 
And shall his mercy quite depart, 

His smile no more return f 

Forgets the Lord his grace. 
His promise pledg'd of old ? 

Or shall no more his heav'nly place 
Its gates of love unfold ?" 

But other thoughts reply, 

*' There spake a heart that bleeds :" 
Thy years I ponder, Hand most High, 

And think on all thy deeds. 

Thy fame my lips shall sound ; 

Thine ancient might I see : 
Thy path, O God, is holy ground ; 

Oh, who is God like thee ? 

Thy might, O wondrous God, 

Far o'er the nations beam'd, 
When first thy red rigl^t arm and rod 

Thy patriarch's sons redeem'd. 

The waters saw thee. Lord ; 

The waters saw thy look ; 
They fear'd to hear thy thund'ring word ; 

The depth's high caverns shook. 

In floods the clouds came down ; 

Thy voice was in the sky ; 
And mid the whirlwind's black' ning frown 

Thine arrows hurtled by. 

Thy thunders roll'd in heav'n, 

Thy lightnings lit the world. 
And earth beneath thy feet was riv'n, 

And ocean's billows curl'd. 



PSALM LXXVIII. 143 

There went thy steps unseen ; 

The waves withheld their shock ; 
Moses and Aaron pass'd between ; 

The shepherds and the flock. 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician, for Jeduthim, a Psalm of 
Asaph." The occasion of this beautiful Psalm must remain in ob- 
scurity. It is only evident that it was some period of affliction. 

To God my voice shall cry. The repetition is natural, in great 
earnestness of grief 

Thy years I ponder, Hand most High. In the remembrance of the 
ancient wonders of God, when he led the Israehtes from Egypt 
through the Red Sea, the Psalmist finds triumphant consolation. 



PSALM LXXVIII. 

Hear this my law ; my people, heai* ; 
And give my ^vords your patient ear ; 
My lips with lessons wise shall flow, 
My mouth shall ancient secrets show. 

We heard them from our hoary sires, 
Nor on our tongues the tale expires ; 
Our sons the Lord's high praise shall swell, 
And far his glorious wonders teU. 

For he a law in Jacob set, 
And sire and son might ne'er forget ; 
Our sires preserv'd it for their heirs. 
Our sons shall yield it pure to theirs ; 

That on their God they rest them still, 
And love his name, and work his wiU, 
Nor, like their fathers' faithless heart. 
From God's unchanging cause depart. 

So Ephraim's archers turn'd away, 
And fled in battle's stormy day, 
Forsook his cov'nant and his law. 
Forgot the works their fathers saw ; 



144 PSALM LXXVIII. 

The wonders wrought on Egypt's strand, 
The signs in Zoan's fruitful land ; 
He cleft their passage through the deep, 
And pil'd the billows' rampart heap. 

He march'd before their fainting sight, 
A cloud by da}^ a fire by night ; 
He smote the rock, and waters burst. 
And desert torrents cool'd their thirst. 

They sinn'd the more ; and pride and lust 
Denied the arm most High their trust : 
Their hearts the Lord's long-sufF'ring tried. 
Their murm'ring lips for banquets cried. 

" Can God e'en here a table spread. 
And give his people plenteous bread ? 
He smote the rock, and torrents pour'd ; 
Can that same hand heap high our board ?" 

Then heard the Lord, and fast as fire 
Through Israel sw^ept his blazing ire : 
On unbelief its vengeance came. 
And harden' d hearts provok'd the flame. 

For he had op'd th' eternal doors. 
And bade the clouds unlock their stores : 
The manna's grain of heav'n they rain'd. 
And food from angels man sustain' d. 

But now he sent the eastern blast. 
And in his pow'r the south wind pass'd; 
And flesh, like dust, o'erspread the land, 
And birds, like ocean's countless sand. 

Through all their camp it lay around ; 
At ev'ry tent it strevv'd the ground : 
They feasted long as lust could crave, 
For all their heart's desire he gave. 



PSALM LXXVIII. 145 

But ere their joyous tumult ceas'd, 
The wrath of God disturb' d the feast ; 
He smote the rev'Uers in their pride, 
And Israel's chosen bow'd and died. 

Again, again, they rush'd to sin. 
Nor all his works their trust could win : 
And therefore sped their da^^s and years 
In fruitless toil and frequent tears. 

Bow'd down beneath his wasting rod, 
They early turn'd, and sought their God ; 
To God their Rock they rais'd their eye, 
To their Redeemer, God most High. 

But vain the vows their sorrow wrung, 
And falsely pray'd their trembling tongue ; 
Their treach'rous heart was never true, 
And far his cov'nant's bands they threw. 

Yet oft the gracious God forgave ; 
He stay'd his wrath, he long'd to save : 
He knew us flesh, howe'er we soar ; 
A wind that goes, and comes no more. 

How many a time their souls rebell'd. 
While yet their desert way they held ; 
Against their Lord to murmurs broke. 
And dar'd their holy Sov'reign's stroke ! 

They thought not on his rescuing arm ; 
The day he sav'd from hate and harm ; 
The wonders wrought on Egypt's strand. 
The signs in Zoan's fruitful land ; 

How, red with blood roU'd by the wave. 
Nor one pure fount its waters gave ; 
How insect clouds above them low'r'd, 
And marshy swarms their land devour' d. 
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146 PSALM LXXVIir. 

The wasting worm laid bare their soil ; 
The locust reap'd their yearly toil ; 
Their vines to earth the hailstones bore, 
Their spreading fig-trees leafless tore. 

Their herds the tempest's prey he doom'd, 
Their flocks his fiery shafts consum'd ; 
He sent them vengeance, wrath and woe, 
And angels came for ill below. 

He gave his fury pathway wide ; 
The pest swept onward, and they died : 
On Egypt's chosen fell the sword ; 
The tents of Ham their flow'r deplor'd. 

But forth, across the desert's sands, 
Like flocks he led his people's bands : 
With him they march'd, without a fear ; 
The whelming waters clos'd their rear. 

To his own land their tribes he brought, 
The holy mount his arm had bought ; 
Afar he strew'd the heathen hosts, 
And Israel dwelt through all their coasts. 

And yet was God most High defied ; 
Yet turn'd they from his laws aside ; 
Back, on their fathers' path, would go ; 
And started, like a treach'rous bow. 

With idol shrines they mock'd the Lord ; 
He heard, and Israel's race abhorr'd : 
No more his light on Shiloh glow'd, 
The tent where God with men abode. 

He gave his strength to stranger lands, 
His glorious ark to foemen's hands : 
The sword amid his people fed. 
And in his wrath his chosen bled. 



PSALM LXXVIII. 147 

Red o'er their youths the death-fire blaz'd ; 
No nuptial song their virgins rais'd ; 
Their priesthood fell before their foes ; 
And yet no widow's wail arose. 

Then woke the Lord, as dreamers wake, 
When sleep and wine their soul forsake ; 
As starts a giant with a shout, 
He chas'd their foes in shameful rout. 

But not e'en then on Joseph's tent, 
Or Ephraim's tribe, his choice was bent : 
He chose the men of Judah's race ; 
He chose Mount Sion's holy place. 

Firm as the heav'ns its base he cast, 
Firm as the earth's foundations fast : 
Then from the folds his servant led, 
And fix'd the crown on David's head. 

He brought him from the pasture's mead, 
His Israel's flock to rule and feed : 
He fed them with an upright heart, 
And rul'd their way with princely art. 

NOTES.— "A Poem of Asaph." It is probably ascribed to him 
with justice, and seems to have been composed duiing the reign of 
David, or immediately afterwards. 

So Ephraini's archers turned aicay. There appears to be here an 
allusion to some historical circumstance, not recorded in the Scrip- 
tures. 

The signs in ZoarC s fruitful land. Zoan is given, in the version of 
the Septuagint, by Tanis, the name of the seat of the Pharaohs. 

And started, like a treach'rous bow. They are compared with a 
bow^, the string of which, starting accidentally from the hand, sends 
the arrow far aside from the mark. 

No more his light on Shiloh glow'd. The calamitous wars with the 
Phihstines are now introduced. 



14S PSALM LXXIX. 



PSALM LXXIX. 

O God, the heathen tread thy soil ; 
Thine holy house they stain and spoil ; 

And Sion's turrets heap the ground : 
Thy saintly servants' flesh is giv'n 
To beasts of earth and birds of heav'n, 

And blood unburied streams around. 

Scorn mocks our woe, where'er we turn : 
How long, O Lord, shall vengeance burn ? 

And shall thy wrath no more forbear ? 
Oh, on the heathen pour its flame ; 
The hosts that call not on thy name, 

That waste thine Israel's dwelling fair. 

Oh, think not on transgressions past ; 
Thy mercy's shield around us cast ; 

And haste, for crush'd in dust we bow ; 
O God our Saviour, for thy sake. 
Forgive our sins, our bondage break, 

And shew thine ancient glory now. 

Why should they cry, "where sleeps their God: 
Oh, for thy servants' bloody sod, 

Reveal thy judgment in our sight : 
Hear thou the pris'ner's contrite sigh. 
And save the wretch who waits to die, 

Save, in the greatness of thy might. 

And let a sev'nfold vengeance rest 
Hard on the proud blasphemer's breast, 

Whose bold blasphemings round us ring ; 
While we, the people of thy fold, 
Shall tell the works our eyes behold, 

And thy dear praise forever sing. 



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PSALM LXXX. 149 

NOTES. — "A Psalm of Asaph." It was probably written about 
the same period with the seveuty-fourth, soon after the capture of 
Jerusalem by the Chaldeans. 

Oh, on the heathen your its flame. This passage is found in the book 
of Jeremiah ; (x. 25.) but which is the origmal, and wliich the quota- 
tion, may be doubtful. 

Hard on the proud blasphemer's breast. So, in St. Luke; (vi. 38.) 
" good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running 
over, shall men give into your bosom." The figure is that of a per- 
son extending a vessel or cloth, which, when it is filled, overflows 
into his arms. 



PSALM LXXX. 



Shepherd of Israel, thou whose crook 
Has led thy flock of Joseph's hne, 

Thou on whose throne the cherubs look, 
Oh, hear our cr}^, and o'er us shine. 

Oh, come while Rachel's children see, 
And bare thine arm of saving might ; 

And turn us, Lord, once more to thee, 
And lift thy smile, and all is light. 

Lord God of hosts, when cease the years, 
That wrath against our pray'rs shall glow ? 

Thou giv'st thy people bread of tears. 
And bitter tears their cup o'erflow. 

Our foes deride us while w^e flee ; 

Our conqu'rors o'er their captives fight : 
But turn us, Lord of hosts, to thee. 

And lift thy smile, and all is light. 

Thou brought' St a vine from Egypt's strand. 
And drav'st afar the heathen hosts ; 

It hung its foliage o'er the land. 

It stretch' d its roots through all our coasts. 

The hills beneath its shadow rose ; 
Its boughs hke giant cedars spread ; 

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150 PSALM LXXX. 

They spread to where Euphrates flows, 
They spread to western ocean's bed. 

Why mourns it now its guardless bow'rs, 
Its grapes, the scornful passer's spoil ? 

The field's wild brood its fruit devours ; 
The forest boar uproots its soil. 

O God of hosts, return thou yet, 

And see from heav'n this wasted vine ; 

The root that thy right hand hath set. 
The branch upheld and own'd for thine. 

All burn'd or fell'd, it strews the sand ; 

Yet all its foes thy frown shall blast : 
Oh, on the man of thy right hand, 

Shew that strong hand forever fast. 

So, from thy paths no more we flee : 
So, give us life, to praise thy might ; 

And turn us, God of hosts, to thee. 
And lift thy smile, and all is light. 

NOTES. — "For the chief musician upon the six-stringed lyre, 
a Psahn of Asaph." It was probably one of the Psahns of the cap- 
tivity. 

Has led thy flock of JoscplCs line. One family, one of the most 
distinguished, is mentioned for the whole of the posterity of Jacob. 
In the same manner, Ephraim, Benjamin, and Manasseh, all de- 
scended from Rachel, are afterwards mentioned instead of the nation. 
Although the ten tribes, as a body, had been led away captive by the 
Assyrians, yet undoubtedly multitudes were left behind, who, in a 
few generations, would again occupy, to no small extent, the place 
of their fathers. Merrick suggests that the Psalm may have been 
composed at a time when the territories of these tribes, who were 
neighbours, were threatened or invaded by an enemy. 

And turn tis, Lord, once more to thee. These words have the as- 
pect of a chorus, to be chanted by the people. 

Thou hroughVst a vine from. Egypt's strand. The same compari- 
son is found in the fifih chapter of Isaiah. 

T/ter/ spread to wfiere Euphrates flows. In the promise to Abra- 
ham, the Euphrates was fixed as the eastern boundary of his posteri- 
ty. The kingdom of Solomon seems to have extended to the de- 
serts on its banks. 



PSALM LXXXI. 151 

Oh, on tlie man of thy right luind. This expression may denote the 
nation, mentioned either as an individual with whom God had enter- 
ed into covenant by giving the right hand ; or as one whom, with 
his right hand, he had selected and separated. In its highest sense, 
it is descriptive of Christ. 



PSALM LXXXI. 



Sing loud to God, our Saviour strong, 

And shout to Jacob's King: 
Awake the timbrel and the song, 

And strike the silv'ry string. 

With harp's and psaltry's pleasant tune, 

With trumpets long and loud. 
Rejoice beneath the early moon, 

Amid the festal crowd. 

For such the witness God decreed, 

And such the law he gave, 
To Jacob's sons, to Joseph's seed, 

No longer Egypt's slave ; 

When, at his captive people's groan. 
He came with judgments dread. 

And forth, from realms of speech unknown, 
Our rescued armies led. 

*' I from the load thy shoulder freed. 

From servile clay thy hands ; 
I heard thee in thine hour of need, 

And broke the tyrant's bands. 

I answered thee from clouds on high. 
Where storms and thunder hide ; 

I prov'd thee where, mid deserts dry, 
The rock pour'd out its tide. 

' Bear witness, people of my love ; 
O Israel, give thuie ear : 



152 PSALM LXXXII. 

Seek thou no other god above, 
No stranger's idol fear. 

I am the Lord, thy God of old ; 

Th' Egyptian chains I clave : 
Oh, wide thy thirsty lips unfold, 

And thirst no more shall crave.' 

My people would not hear my voice ; 

My presence Israel spurn'd : 
I gave them to their stubborn choice, 

And where they would they turn'd. 

Oh, had theylisten'd, had they trod 
Where God had been their Guide ! 

Their foes had crouch'd beneath my rod, 
Their tyrant's boast had died. 

The Lord's proud haters at their feet, 
Their reimi no more had ceas'd : 

Their store had been the fatt'ning wheat. 
The rock, their honey' d feast." 



NOTES. — "For the chief musician upon the harp of Gath, a 
Psahn of Asaph." Townsend places it at the period of the dedica- 
tion of the second temple. Others suppose it to have been prejjar- 
ed at an earlier date, to be sung at the season of the passover, or at 
the feast of trumpets. 

The rock, their Iioney^d feast. In Palestine and the neighbouring 
countries, the wild bees deposit their honey in the clefts of rocks. 
This becomes the emblem of very great plenty, as if the very stones 
of the desert yielded delicious food. 



PSALM LXXXIL 

God stands amidst the throng 

Of men in godlike place : 
" How long in judgment give ye wrong. 

And fear th' unrighteous face ? 



PSALM LXXXIII. 153 

Guard ye the orphan's right; 

Be each the sufF'rer's friend ; 
And from th' oppressor's iron might 

The guiltless poor defend." 

They will not know, nor hear ; 

In darkness on they go ; 
"While earth, o'erwhelm'd with crime and fear, 

Heaves its deep base below. 

I said, " as gods ye reign. 

Children of God most High ;" 
But ye are still a mortal train, 

E'en princes, doom'd to die. 

O mighty God, arise ; 

O'er earth in judgment shine : 
For all beneath the spreading skies, 

All tribes and realms, are thine. 

NOTES. — " A Psalm of Asaph." Its date and occasion can only 
be conjectured. 

Of men in godlike place. They are called, in the original, gods ; a 
name sometimes given to kings, or even, as is supposed, to judges. 
Our Saviour expressly says, (John x. 35.) "he called them gods, 
unto whom the word of God came;" m allusion to the fourth verse 
of this Psalm. 

I said, " as gods ye reign^ This is often taken as the language of 
the Lord, investing men with kingly dignity. I regard it rather as 
the words of the Psalmist. 



PSALM LXXXIII. 

Oh, keep not silence, God most High, 
Nor give thine anger rest : 

For lo, thy foes swell loud their cr}'. 
And rear their impious crest. 

Against thy chosen seed they stand, 
And crafty counsels frame ; 



154 PSALM LXXXIII. 

"Come, let us sweep from Israel's land 
Its nation and its name." 

Against thee, Lord, their pow'r consents, 

Against thy holy place ; 
Ishmael and Moab, Edom's tents, 

And Hagar's desert race ; 

Gebal and Ammon, Amalek's hosts, 

And arm'd Philistia's plain : 
And Assur's realms, and Tyre's rich coasts. 

The sons of Lot sustain. 

O'erthrow them. Lord, as thou of old 
Didst Midian's arms o'erthrow ; 

As when the tide of battle roU'd 
By Kishon's ancient flow : 

There Hazor's flow'r and Jabin's pride 

With Sisera fled away ; 
Or lay in Endor, side by side, 

As vile as vilest clay. 

Like Zeeb and Oreb be their lords. 
Who God's own domes assail : 

Like Zebah's and Zalmunna's words. 
So let their boastings fail. 

<'Come up," they cry, "their walls are ours!" 

But thou, my God, be there. 
And whirl afar their broken pow'rs, 

Like chaff that loads the air. 

As fires along the woody steep 

And o'er the forest blaze. 
So let thy wrathful tempest sweep, 

And scatter wild amaze. 

Be shame and fear on ev'ry brow. 
Till they shall seek thy name, 



PSALM LXXXIV. 155 

Or low in endless trouble bow, 
And perish in their shame. 

So all shall own thy name alone, 

Jehovah, Lord most High ; 
And see and praise thy holy throne. 

Supreme o'er earth and sky. 

NOTES. — "■ An Ode and Psalm of Asaph." It is commonly sup- 
posed to have been written at some time when Israel was threatened 
by a numerous confederacy of enemies, consisting of the nations 
named in the Psalm. But the idea of DeWette seems worthy of 
attention : " what if this whole enumeration of names were only to 
be taken poetically, as carrying out the thought, that all the foes of 
the nation were united against it ?" 

And Hagar's desert race. The Chaldee Paraphrase has ''the 
Arabians." In the first book of Chronicles, (v. 10, 19, 20.) the 
Hagarites are mentioned as a people dwelling eastward from Gilead, 
who were defeated by the tribes of Reuben, Gad and Manasseh. 

Gebal and Ammon, Amalek's Jwsts. Gebal was a mountainous 
region, beyond Jordan. 

And Assures realms, and Tyre^s rich coasts. The Hebrews had no 
mightier assailant than the sovereigns of Assyria. 

Didst Midian's arms overthrow. It is the signal victory of Gideon, 
which is here the subject of allusion. 

By Kishon^s ancient flotc. *' That ancient river, the river Kishon;" 
(Judg. V. 21.) ancient, or of old renown. 

Or lay in Endor, side hy side. Endor was in the tribe of Manas- 
seh ; not far from Taanach and jMegiddo, the scene of the defeat of 
Sisera. 

Like Zeeh and Oreb he their lords. These, and Zebah and Zal- 
munna, were, it will be remembered, the Midianitish princes slain by 
Gideon. 

And ichiii afar their broken poicWs. They are painted as rolled 
around by a whirlwind ; which seems to be expressed by the word 
translated' "wheel," in the common version. 



PSALM LXXXIV. 



O Lord of hosts, how lovely shine 
The dwellings of thy grace ! 

How dear to me the courts divine 
Of thy most holy place ! 



156 PSALM LXXXIV. 

My pining soul with longing faints 

The Lord's fair gates to see ; 
My heart and flesh with loud complaints, 

Thou living God, for thee ! 

The sparrow finds her there a home ; 

The swallow builds her nest : 
Around thy altars, Lord, they come, 

And lay their young to rest. 

O Lord of hosts, my King and God, 
How bless'd are they who dwell 

Within the courts thy saints have trod, 
And all thy glory tell ! 

How bless'd are they, whose strength thou art ; 

Whose lips but sing thy praise ; 
Who bear, within their inmost heart. 

The mem'ry of th}^ ways ! 

Along the thirsty vale of tears, 

With vig'rous step they go : 
The early rain their journey cheers. 

The sparkling fountains flow. 

From strength to strength ascend their feet, 

And brighter joys are near ; 
Till all,, in Sion's holy seat, 

Before our God appear. 

Lord God of hosts, oh, hear my cry, 

Thou God of Jacob's line ; 
O God our Shield, with fav'ring eye 

On thine anointed shine. 

For in thy courts one single day 

With richer bliss shall glide, 
Than thousands give or waft away 

In all the world beside. 



PSALM LXXXIV. 157 

I love the threshold at the gate 

Where dwells my God within : 
More dear to me, e'en there to wait, 

Than rule the tents of sin. 

For God the Lord, our Sun and Shield, 

Shall grace and glory shed, 
Nor one kind gift disdain to yield, 

Where upright spirits tread. 

O God of hosts, the mighty Lord, 

How richly bless'd is he. 
Whose hope shall bring its sure reward, 

Forever fix'd on thee ! 



NOTES. — "For the chief luusician upon the harp of Gath, a 
Psalm of the sons of Korah." It somewhat resembles the forty- 
second, though its tone is less mournful. A devout soul celebrates 
the temple, and the joy of those who go up tliither to worship, or 
there spend their days; but still higher thmgs are to be seen through 
the veil of this imagery. 

The sparroic finds her iliere a home. The Psalmist contrasts his own 
separation from the house of God with the privilege of the very 
birds, who might make their nests around the walls of the sanctuary. 
It is not to be imagined that they came literally to the altar. In the 
second temple any lodgment of birds seems to have been prevented. 

Along the thirsty vale of tears. There seems no need to suppose 
any one place, whether named Baca, or otherwise. "The valley of 
weeping"' is any barren and rough vale; with which human life, 
viewed from its sorrowful side, may be compared. There is here, 
however, an evident allusion to the journeys of the Israelites, when, 
at the three great festivals, they came in companies to Jerusalem, 
from every quarter of the land. 

From strength to strength ascend their feet. " I think with Geienis," 
says Mr. Merrick, "that the Hebrew may be translated /rom strength 
to strength, (answerably to the words from faith to faith, Rom. i. 17. 
and from glory to glory, 2 Cor. iii. 18.) and signify that, whereas 
other travellers grow more and more w eaiy as they travel, each of 
the pious persons here described shall, by the refreshments admin- 
istered to them, proceed from one degree of strength to another, 
ziresque acquirit CMwrfo." 

On thine anointed shine. This expression may seem to fix the 
authorship of this Psalm, as to be ascribed to David or some other 
monarch. The king, however, is regarded as the representative of 
his nation; and, in praying for him, they pray for all. So the 
anointed Saviour stands in 3ie stead of his church. 

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158 PSALM LXXXV. 

For in thy courts one single day. Dr. Durell quotes Cicero ; Tusc. 
V. "O vitae Philosophia dux! unus dies bene et ex prseceptis tuis actus 
peccanti immortalitati est anteponendus." O Pliilosophy, thou guide 
of life! one day spent well and after thy precepts is better than an 
immortality of sin. 



PSALM LXXXV. 

Lord, thou hast bless'd our wasted land ; 

Thy terrors cease to burn ; 
And, led by thy deliv'rmg hand, 

Our captive tribes return. 

Thy people's guilt is all forgiv'n, 

Their sins are cover'd o'er ; 
Thy wrath's fierce storm has onward driv'n, 

Thy smile has dawn'd once more. 

God our Saviour, turn us still, 
And let thine anger end : 

Or, shall its clouds of vengefid ill 
From age to age descend ? 

Wilt thou not turn, that, glad in thee. 

Thy people's heart may live ? 
Oh, give us, Lord, thy grace to see, 

Thy fiill salvation give. 

1 hearken for the Lord's dear voice. 

And hear him gently say 
Peace to the people of his choice. 
Who turn no more astray. 

Oh, o'er the hearts that fear his name 

His bright salvation glows : 
So guards the Lord, in peaceful fame, 

Our smiling land's repose. 



PSALM LXXXVI. 159 

And truth and mercy joy to meet, 

And justice clings to love : 
They bloom like flow'rs beneath our feet, 

They shine, like stars, above. 

God gives his grace, and o'er the land 

The waving harvests spread : 
Beneath his smile the righteous stand, 

And he shall guide their tread. 

NOTES. — " For the chief musician, a Psalm of the sons of Ko- 
rah." It was evidently written soon after the return from the cap- 
tivity. 

And truth and mercy joy to meet. The bold figures of this verse 
resemble those of Isaiah, (xlv. 8.) 

*^ Drop down, ye heavens, from above, 

And let the skies pour down righteousness: 

Let the earth open, and let them bring forth salvation, 

And let righteousness spring up togetiier." 



PSALM LXXXVI. 

Thy gracious ear incline, 

And hear me, Lord, on high : 

Preserve my soul, for I am thine. 
And poor and lone I lie. 

My God, thy servant save, 

Whose hope on thee shall rest : 

Each morn thy davrning aid I crave. 
To light my fainting breast. 

To thee my soul shall rise. 
To God, whose grace forgives; 

Whoe'er to thee for mercy cries, 
Li plenteous mercy lives. 

Oh, hear my mournful prayer. 
My suppliant groanings hear : 

I call on thee in hours of care, 
And know thine answer near. 



160 PSALM LXXXVI. 

Among the gods ador'd 

The only God art thou ; 
There are no works Hke thine, O Lord ; 

All realms to thee shall bow. 

Thou mad' St them, and their praise 

Shall echo to thy throne ; 
For thou art great, and great thy ways ; 

The Lord is God alone. 

Teach me the path of light, 

That truth my steps may frame : 

My spirit's wand'ring pow'rs unite, 
To fear thy sov'reign name. 

Thy praises. Lord my King, 

My lips shall ceaseless tell. 
And thy redeeming mercy sing, 

That rais'd my soul from hell. 

O God, the proud arise. 

The murd'rers' dreadful band ; 

Against thy fear they close their eyes, 
And leagu'd to slay me stand. 

But thou, my Lord, art love, 

A God with mercy crown' d ; 
High mount our sins, but high above, 

Thy truth and grace abound. 

Oh, turn in mercy mild, 

And nerve thy servant's arm. 
And save thine humble handmaid's child 

From hosts that seek his harm. 

Some happy sign bestow, 

Before my haters' sight ; 
Till, in my strength asham'd they know 

Thy comfort and thy might. 

NOTES.— "A Prayer of David." Nothing is known of the 
origin of this Psalm ; but it is probably ascribed to its true author. 



PSALM LXXXVII. 161 

My spirit's wandering powWs unite. The words seem to express 
the act of collecting the scattered and confused thoughts, to fix them 
upon God. 



PSALM LXXXVII. 

On the sacred mountains' steep, 
Rest her old foundations deep : 
None of Jacob's tented pow'rs, 
Loves the Lord hke Sion's tow'rs : 
Glorious things of thee they tell, 
City where our God shall dwell ! 

" I will name Philistia's line, 
Rahab, Tyre and Babel mine ; 
And the Ethiop's sons shall meet, 
Brethren all in Sion's seat ; 
All shall vSion's lineage claim, 
All shall swell her spotless fame." 

Her the Lord most High shall build, 
Till her records bright be fill'd. 
When at last he reads them o'er. 
From the tribes of ev'ry shore : 
There shall sound the harp and voice ; 
There, in thee, will I rejoice ! 

NOTES.—" A Psalm and Ode of the sons of Korah." It is a de- 
lightful prophecy of the glory of the church in the accession of the 
Gentiles." Bishop Horsley entitles it, "salvation is of the Jews." 
Bishop Hare, from its abrupt begimiing, imagined it to be only the 
fragment of a Psalm. "But perhaps," says Mr. Edwards, "were 
the occasion of the author's writing it known, this abruptness would 
appear to be a beauty." We may add that, whatever may have been 
the occasion, it is certainly no poetical fault. 

/ icill name Philistia's line. This verse is taken as the words of the 
Lord. 

Rahab, Tyre and Bahel mine. Rahab is a name of Egypt, but its 



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162 PSALM LXXXVIII, 



PSALM LXXXVIII. 

Lord God my Saviour, day and night 
I pray beneath thy searching sight : 
Oh, bring my pray'r in mercy near, 
And bend from heav'n thy hst'ning ear. 

My soul is fill'd with weary woes ; 
Around my life the shadows close : 
A man, whose manly pow'rs are fled, 
E'en now-they count me with the dead ; 

With them who sink to earth's cold caves, 
The prostrate, couch'd in bloody graves, 
From thy forbearing mercy pass'd, 
From thy strong hand to ruin cast. 

There thou hastfix'dmy cheerless doom, 
Low in the depth's unfathom'd gloom : 
Thy hand is heavy on my soul. 
And all thy billows o'er me roll. 

Thou turn' St aside my neighbour's face ; 
Afar he shuns my loath' d embrace : 
And, prison' d where I cannot fly, 
I close my dim, decaying eye. 

To thee, each day, my pray'r is made, 
To thee my hands are stretch'dfor aid ; 
Oh, shall the dead thy wonders learn. 
The dead to speak thy praise return f 

Shall love be whisper'd in the grave. 
Destruction tell thy truth to save ? 
In darkness shall thy wonders blaze, 
Oblivion's land thy justice praise ? 

To thee, O Lord, to thee I cry ; 

My pray'r ascends the dawning sky : 



PSALM LXXXIX. 163 

Why leav'st thou me alone to stray, 
And turn'st thy glorious face away f 

E'en from my youth, with anguish torn. 
Thy chast'ning stroke my soul hath borne : 
Thy wrathful storm my path o'erflows ; 
Till day amidst thy terrors close. 

With ceaseless swell around they roar, 
A circhng sea without a shore ; 
No form of friend or brother nigh, 
No sight of love to light mine eye ! 

NOTES.— "An Ode and Psalm of the sons ofKorah, for the chief 
musician, to be sung to the flutes ; a Poem of Heman the Ezrahite." 
Heman was a sage and musician of the time of Solomon, and a de- 
scendant of Korah. 

A man, wliose manly powers are fled. The whole description is ob- 
viously, throughout the Psalm, that of a person groaning under 
some loathsome and intolerable disease. A spiritual interpretation 
of the whole is neither contrary to the genius of bibUcal poetry, nor 
othenvise in the least degree improbable. 



PSALM LXXXIX. 

Thy mercies. Lord, shall fill my song ; 

It tells thy truth while ages fly : 
I know thy mercies' endless throng, 

Thy truth, as firm as heav'n on high. 

For thou hast said, " mine oath is pass'd, 
To David, to my chosen friend ; 

Thy throne shall stand, forever fast, 
Thy kingly seed shall never end." 

O Lord, the heav'ns thy might record ; 

Their holy hosts thy praises sing : 
For who in heav'n is like the Lord, 

Who, mid the gods, lil^e God our King ^ 



164 PSALM LXXXIX. 

Thou God, before whose heav'nly state 
Thy saints in sacred rev'rence bow, 

Lord God of Hosts, oh, who is great, 
Or who cnrob'd with truth, as thou ? 

Thou rul'st the angry ocean's tide, 

And bidd'st its swelhng waves repose : 

Thou tramplest down the hosts of pride, 
And strew' st afar thy broken foes. 

The heav'ns are thine, and thine the earth ; 

Thou fram'd'st the land, and thou the sea : 
Thou gav'st the North and South their birth, 

Tabor and Hermon shout to thee. 

Thine arm has empire all its own ; 

High holds thy strong right hand its sway : 
Justice and judgment rear thy throne, 

And truth and grace prepare thy way. 

How bless' d to know thy trumpet's voice, 
And walk beneath thy guiding eye ! 

Each day in thee shall such rejoice, 

And thy just pow'r shall lift them high. 

For thou our beauteous strength shalt yield. 
Thy love our lofty horn maintains : 

The Lord is still our saving Shield ; 
The holy King in Israel reigns. 

Li visions, to thy sainted seer. 

Thou spak'st of old, "with succour crown'd, 
A Hero and a Head I rear. 

Amidst my lowly people found. 

On David's, on my servant's brow. 

By me the kingly oil is pour'd ; 
My hand shall ne'er his sceptre bow, 

My arm shall urge his conqu'ring sword. 



PSALM LXXXIX. 165 

No foe shall hurl him from his seat, 

No tyrant mock his fallen state ; 
His foes shall crouch beneath his feet, 

And I will waste the bands of hate. 

My truth and love shall guard his reign ; 

In my strong name his horn shall soar : 
His hand shall reach the Western main. 

His right the Eastern torrent's shore. 

* Father and Saviour,' he shall cry, 
' To thee, my Rock, in hope I cling ;' 

And I will give his birthright high. 
My firstborn's place, o'er ev'ry Idng. 

For him my mercy shall endure. 

My cov'nant stand, and ne'er be vain ; 

His seed shall rise in glory sure. 

His throne as heav'n's own days remain. 

If yet his children's wand'ring heart 
My just commandments e'er forsake, 

From my unchanging paths depart. 
And o'er my gracious cov'nant break ; 

Then, on their sins the rod shall fall, 

And chast'ning stripes their soul shall grieve ; 

But I will ne'er my truth recall. 
Nor all my ancient favour leave. 

I will not break my cov'nant fast. 

Nor change what once my lips have seal'd : 
My oath was once to David pass'd. 

And falsehood ne'er that oath shall yield ; 

His seed shall rise, forever sure ; 

His throne shall stand, while yet on high 
The sun or moon rolls on secure. 

With each true witness of the sky." 



166 PSALM LXXXIX. 

But thine anointed leav'st thou now, 
And look' St in stern abhorrence down : 

Thou scorn' St his cov'nant and his vow, 
And fling' St to earth his kingly crown. 

And thou hast broke his stately wall, 
And cast his rampart to the ground ; 

The passing step insults its fall. 

And scorn and hatred shout around. 

Thou giv'st his foes the conqu'ror's pride, 
Thou lift'st on high his tyrants' hand ; 

Thou turn'st his sword's keen edge aside, 
Nor yield'st his armies strength to stand. 

Thou sweep'st his glory to decay. 

And heap'st his prostrate throne with dust 

Thou end'st in clouds his youthful day, 
And shame envelops all his trust. 

How long, O Lord, withdraws thy face ? 

Shall vengeance blaze, and never wane ? 
Oh, think how short my weary race : 

Oh, wherefore mad'st thou all in vain ? 

Where lives the man who shall not see 
The last dim hour, the closing breath ? 

Oh, who can hold his spirit free 

From bondage in the realms of death f 

Where lies thy mighty love at rest. 
Thy love, of old to David sworn ? 

Oh, think how long thy servant's breast 
His load of false reproach has borne ; 

Reproach from nations' impious wrath. 
From hosts that me and thee abhorr'd, 

And curs'd thine own anointed's path ! 
Yet, bless' d forever be the Lord ! 

Amen. Amen. 



PSALM XC. 167 

NOTES.— A Poem of Ethan the Ezrahite." Ethan is associated 
with Heman, both in the mention of his wisdom (1 Kings iv. 31.) and 
of his station as a leader of the mnsic, (1 Chron. xv. 19.) This 
Psalm, however, must have been written at a later and less flourish- 
ing period of the Jewish monarchy. 

To David, to my chosen friend. The promise was that which was 
especially given through Nathan the prophet. (2 Sam. vii.) 

Tabor and Hermon shout to thee. Mount Tabor being in the west- 
ern part of Gahlee, and the ridge of Hermon or Anti-Libanus stretch- 
ing to the north-east towards Damascus, they might be regarded as 
representing the West and East. 

How Uess'd to know thy trumpcVs voice. The people were called 
to their holy assemblies by the sound of the trumpet. 

For thou our beauteous strength shalt yield. " The glory of their 
strength" expresses all in which they might exult, or which could 
adorn them. 

In visions, to thy sainted seer. Nathan is probably meant ; possibly 
David himself 

His right the Eastern torrenfs shore. This, again, is the Euphrates. 

His throne shall stand, while yet on high. It is hardly jjossible not 
to discern in these magnificent promises the eternal glory of Christ, 
the son of David. 

IfWi each true witness of the sky. Sun, moon and stars are made 
the witnesses of the covenant; and we may include, too, angels and 
archangels. 

But thine anointed leav^st tlwu note. How impressive is the transi- 
tion, at the moment when the prophecy had reached its loftiest strain! 

Thou end^st in clouds his youthful day. Jehoiachin, to whom this 
allusion may possibly be referred, ascended the throne at the age of 
eighteen years, and reigned but three months. 

Amen. Amen. This is the end of the third Book of the Psalms; 
and perhaps the ascription of praise at the close belongs not to the 
Psalm itself, here, or in the other instances of a similar nature. 



PSALM XC. 



O Lord, through rolling ages past 

Onr fathers' shelt' ring home, 
And still our children's refuge fast 

Through rolling years to come ; 

Ere thou hadst rear'd the mountain's brow, 
Or made this vale of tears. 



IGS PSALM XC. 

From years eternal, God art thou, 
To still eternal years. 

But man his last, forgotten way, 

At thy commandment goes : 
Thou speak'st, " return, ye sons of clay," 

And all their journeyings close. 

A thousand years beneath thy sight 

Like yester evening seem, 
Like one short watch of silent night, 

A slumb'rer's fleeting dream. 

Thy floods sweep o'er us, and we pass, 

As meadow flow'rets fade ; 
Fair blooms at morn the waving grass. 

And falls ere evening's shade. 

For in thy wrath's consuming might 

Our spirits droop and die : 
Our secret sins are spread in Kght 

Beneath thy piercing eye. 

Swift, like a tale, is gone the space 

Assign' d to mortal men ; 
And scarce thy wrath allows the race 

To threescore years and ten : 

Or if, by strength, some hoary head 

Its fourscore winters bear, 
Yet weak the strength, and sad the tread 

That bows with weary care. 

So soon must life on pinions flee. 

So swift our joys depart : 
Yet, who will all thy terrors see, 

And fear thee as thou art ? 

Oh, teach us, teach us. Lord, to learn 
The measure of our days ; 



PSALM X C I. 1169 

That so our wand' ring steps may turn 
To thy true wisdom's ways. 

Return, O Lord ! how long? how long? 

Oh, yield thy servants peace ; 
And early wake our grateful song 

To joy that shall not cease. 

As thou hast giv'n us weary da^^s, 

And shown us years of woe, 
So give us on thy light to gaze, 

So yet thy glory show. 

And on us, Lord, and on our seed. 

Let thy fair favour shine : 
And build the work our hands would speed, 

Oh, build it firm for thine. 

NOTES.—" A Prayer of Moses the man of God." If this super- 
scription declare the real origin of the Psalm, it was doubtless written 
while the generation that came out of Egypt were dying in the wilder- 
ness. It seems so improbable that a single Psalm should be chosen 
from the whole collection, and marked with a date of such great anti- 
quity, in the mere caprice of conjecture, that I am inclined to believe 
it indeed the work of Moses. 

Like one short icatch of silent night. The night, among the ancient 
Hebrews, was divided into three watches. In the time of our Sa- 
viour, there were four, after the custom of the Romans. 

Swift, like a tale, is gone the space. An eloquent writer illustrates 
this allusion by the love of the Orientals for stories of every kind, to 
which they will hsten, gathered around their fires in the desert by 
night, with breathless attention ; till the tale is ended, and seems to 
have occupied but a moment. 



PSALM XCL 



Whoe'er in God's pavilion deep 
His peaceful home has made, 
Shall still his soul in safety keep 
Beneath th' Almighty's shade. 



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170 PSALM XCI. 

O Lord most High, I cry to thee, 
' Thou art my hope and tow'r; 

To thee my trusting heart shall flee 
In danger's stormy hour.' 

The Lord shall hear his servant's pray'r, 

And guide the faithful feet. 
To shun the secret fowler's snare, 

The plague's devouring heat. 

Beneath his mercy's downy wing 

Thy faith shall find its rest : 
His truth shall shield and buckler fling 

Around thy cheerful breast. 

Thou shalt not fear the evening blight, 

The daily shaft nor bow ; 
The pest that walks at dead of night, 

The noonday slaughter's blow. 

A thousand on thy right shall lie. 

Ten thousand at thy side ; 
But thou shalt see th' ungodly die. 

And thou unharm'd abide. 

Because thou mad'st the Lord thy dread. 
Thy hope and shelt'ring dome. 

No ill shall strike thy guarded head, 
No plague approach thy home. 

For he shall charge his angel bands 

To keep thy pathway lone ; 
And, lifted on their gentle hands. 

Thou shalt not touch a stone. 

The lion's lair, the adder's brake, 
Thy fearless heel shall tread. 

And trample down the coiling snake, 
And spurn the monster's bed. 



PSALM XCI. 171 

" Because to mine own name he gave 

His stedfast fear and love, 
I, in his need, will speed to save, 

And plant his feet above. 

My ear shall hear his suppliant voice, 

My lips his praise decree : 
In length of days shall such rejoice. 

And my salvation see." 

NOTES.— This Psalm has no superscription. The Jews imagme 
that, in all such instances, the superscription of the preceding Psalm 
embraces those that follow without title ; and they would therefore 
ascribe this to Moses. There is no reason, however, for the estab- 
lishment of any such rule. Michaehs supposes that, in this noble 
ode, two choirs respond to one another. 

Whoe'er in God's pavilion deep. Bishop Lowth, in his Lectures, 
has given a Latin version of this Psalm, the begimiing of which, 
although not a literal translation in its form, is exceedingly beautiful. 

" Qui habitat in secretis Altisshni, 

Q,ui in umbram Omnipotentis sese receptat; 

Qui dicit JehovcB, Spes mea et propugnaculum meum ! 

Deus mens, in quo confidam" — 

then, apostrophizing the saint who has thus been described ; 

'' lUe profecto te eripiet, 

E laqueo venatoris, e peste exitiali." 

There may be an allusion, in this first verse, to the sacred laws of 
hospitaUty. 

To shun the secret fowler's snare. Any enemy may be meant ; but 
Bishop Heber has forcibly applied the image to the temptations of 
our greatest enemy : 

''When the soul struggles in the Fowler's snare, 
Help, Saviour, by thy cross and crimson stain, 
Nor let thy glorious blood be spiU'd in vain !" 

For he shall charge his angel hands. This is the passage cited by 
the Tempter, when he would have persuaded Jesus to cast himself 
from the piimacle of the temple. 

And spurn the monster^ s led. The original names the young lion 
and the dragon ; but the former could not be mentioned in tlie trans- 
lation without an unpleasant repetition. 

Because to mine oicn name he gave. Without any form of introduc- 
tion, God is evidently here represented as speaking, and sealing all 
which had gone before by his express promise. 



172 PSALM XCII. 



PSALM XCII. 



Good is the work, with songs to raise, 
O Lord most High, thy grateful praise ; 
To shew thy love at morning light, 
And tell thy truth each peaceful night ; 

With harp and lute thy name to sing, 
With harp and lyre of tenfold string ; 
To wake the psalt'ry's solemn sound, 
And pour rejoicing music round. 

Thy works, O Lord, are all my joy ; 
Thy works shall all my praise employ : 
How high thy glorious wonders rise ! 
How deep thy mighty counsel lies ! 

So sees not. Lord, the godless heart, 
Nor knows how soon its joys depart : 
When all the proud like grass are green, 
Then swift destruction glides unseen. 

For thou, O Lord, artthron'd on high, 
And at thy word the guilty die : 
For lo, the foes that scorn'd at thee, 
For lo, thy foes in ruin flee. 

But strength above the wild-deer's horn 
Shall mine anointed head adorn ; 
Mine eye shall see my prostrate foes, 
Mine ear shall hear their fearful close. 

Like lofty palms the just abide, 

Like cedars on Libanus' side ; 

In God's own courts are planted fair, 

And rise, and bloom, and flourish there. 

High spread their boughs, and deep their root, 
And, green in age, they bend with fruit ; 



PSALM XCIII. 173 

Thus shines the Lord our strength to view, 
And thus his promise still is true. 

NOTES.—" A Psalm and Song for the Sabbath-day." According 
to the Tahnud, there were Psalms appointed for each day of the 
week; but this title probably expresses the original occasion on 
which the present Psalm was composed, or for which it was prepar- 
ed. The Rabbins say that it was sung by Adam, on the day after his 
creation. 

But strength above the wild-deer's Iwm. This word, as has been be- 
fore remarked, seems very probably to mean the bison or buffalo. 
But I have chosen rather to follow here the opinion of those who 
believe it to have been the oryx, or antelope, than to introduce a 
name less familiar in our poetical language. 

Like lofty palms the just abide. The stateliness and beauty of this 
tree are well known ; its longevity perhaps not so well. It was an 
opinion of the ancients, that the palm was immortal ; at least, that if 
it died, it recovered, and obtained a second life by renewal. Hence 
it was the emblem of immortality. It was also supposed to rise 
under a weight, and to thrive in proportion as it was depressed. 

In God's oicn courts are planted fair. In the East, trees are often 
planted in the court-yard of a house. 



PSALM XCIIL 

The Lord is King in realms of light ; 

With glory rob'd, on high he reigns : 
The Lord is rob'd with sov'reign might, 

And earth's foundations strong sustains. 

He fix'd the skies, the seas, the lands, 

And naught can change their place or way : 

Thy throne, O Lord, eternal stands. 
Thy years are one unfading day. 

The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, 
The mighty floods lift up their roar ; 

The floods in tumult loud rejoice, 

And climb in foam the sounding shore. 

But, mightier than the mighty sea. 
The Lord of glory reigns on high : 
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174 PSALM XCIV. 

Far o'er its waves we look to thee, 
And see their fury break and die. 

Thy word is true, thy promise sure, 
That ancient promise, seal'd in love . 

Oh, be e'en here thy temple pure. 
As thy pure mansions shine above. 

NOTE S . — The Lord is roVd with sovWcign might. The repetition, 
in the first, third, and fourth verses, is a characteristic feature of this 
Psalm, and contributes to its majesty. This becomes more evident 
in a literal translation. 

The floods, Lord, lift up their voice. The tiimultuous roar of the 
waves may represent the clamour of a host of enemies. All men and 
all nations who oppose the word and cause of God are thus, perhaps. 
compared with the billows which camiot go beyond their bound. 



PSALM XCIV. 

Lord God of vengeance, light the skies 

With judgment's fiery cloud : 
O God of vengeance just, arise, 

And recompense the proud. 

How long shall guilt, O Lord of hosts, 

How long shall guilt rejoice ? 
How long the wicked make their boasts, 

And lift their scornful voice ? 

They trample down the humble race, 

And slay the seed oppress'd. 
The widow in her child's embrace, 

The orphan, and the guest. 

They mock their victims, as they bleed ; 

They mock their parting groans ; 
" The Lord," they cry, ** shall never heed, 

The Lord, whom Jacob owns." 



PSALM XCIV. 17-5 

O souls most dark ! behold and fear : 

How long refuse ye light ? 
Shall he not hear, who fram'd the ear, 

Nor see, w^ho gave us sight ? 

Shall not the world's high Judge chastise. 
The Source of knowledge, know ? 

He knows the thoughts that men devise, 
A vain and fleeting: show. 

Howbless'd the man, in chast'nings bless'd, 
Whom thou hast taught and tried ! 

In evil days, thou giv'st him rest. 
Till guilt the grave shall hide. 

For God will ne'er forsake his own. 

Nor cast his saints away ; 
Till justice sit on judgment's throne, 

While all the pure obey. 

But when I cried, '' my footsteps fail," 

Thy mercy made me strong ; 
And though a thousand griefs assail, 

Thy comforts cheer my song. 

Wilt thou th' unrighteous throne maintain, 

That bids the lawless deed. 
Against the good arrays its train, 

And dooms the just to bleed ? 

The Lord our God, our Rock and Tow'r, 

Shall all their crimes repa}' ; 
The Lord our God shall wield their pow'r. 

The slayer's self to slay. 

NOTES. — This is very probably a Psalm of the captivity. 

JVUt thou M unrighteous throne maintain 1 An oppressive nation 
of conquerors seems to be pointed out by this question ; and this 
could be no other than the Chaldeans. 



176 PSALM XCV. 



PSALM XCV. 

O come, loud anthems let us sing, 
To our salvation's Rock and King; 
Within his gates with psalms rejoice, 
And lift on high our thankful voice. 

O come, and let our songs accord. 
To bless our God, the only Lord ; 
For, high o'er ev'ry worshipp'd throne. 
The Lord our God is Lord alone. 

The earth's wide bounds are in his hand ; 
And by his strength the mountains stand ; 
He laid the sea's unfathom'd bed, 
And far the shore's fair landscape spread. 

Oh, come, and let us lowly fall, 
And on our Maker kneeling call ; 
For he is still our God and Rock, 
And we his people and his flock. 

To-da}^ to-day, his voice but hear ! 
*'Oh, close not fast your heart and ear, 
As when of old your fathers' pride 
So long my ling'ring wrath defied. 

As on their desert march they mov'd. 
My works they saw, mine arm they prov'd ; 
And forty years their guilt I bore, 
Till that brief race was seen no more. 

For thus I spake and sware in wrath, 
* They will not choose my holy path ; 
Their heart from crime no more will cease, 
They shall not tread my land of peace.' " 

NOTES. — Some words of this Psalm are cited in the New Testa- 
ment (Heb. iv. 7.) under the name of David. As the whole book, 
however, has so often been called the Psalms of David, we ought not. 



PSALM XCVI. 177 

perhaps, to urge this mode of speech as conclusive proof that the 
authorship of thas particular Psalm belonged to him. In the Septua- 
gint, all the Psalms between the ninety-second and the hundredth 
are expressly ascribed to David. 

To-day, to-day his voice but hear! With this call the words of the 
Lord himself are introduced, reminding the people of the ancient sin 
and punishment of Israel. 



PSALM XCVI. 



Sing to the Lord a new-made lay, 

Sing, all the earth, his sov'reign name ; 

Sing to the Lord, and, day by day, 
The Lord's redeeming arm proclaim. 

Tell all the world his wond'rous ways ; 

Tell ev'ry heathen land and ear ; 
Great is the Lord, and great his praise, 

O'er all the gods that mortals fear. 

The heathen gods are idols vain ; 

He made the heav'ns, and he supports : 
And light and honour lead his train. 

And strength and beauty fill his courts. 

Give to the Lord, ye tribes and tongues. 
Give to the Lord his praise and state ; 

Give to the Lord your heav'nliest songs. 
And come with gifts, and throng his gate. 

Oh, fear and bow in sacred grace, 

And tell each land, that God is King : 

He fix'd the world's unchanging base. 
And he its righteous doom shall bring. 

Let heav'n be glad, let earth rejoice. 
The peopled ocean toss and roar, 

The plenteous fields hft high their voice. 
The wood's wild hymn in thunder soar. 



178 PSALM XCVII. 

So let them hail their sov'reign God ; 

For lo, he comes, he comes with might, 
To wield the sceptre and the rod, 

To judge the world with truth and right. 

NOTES. — In the sixteenth chapter of the first Book of Chronicles, 
a Psahn is found, vvliich was given by David to Asaph on the day on 
which the ark was brought up to Mount Sion. It is composed of the 
one hundred and fifth Psahn, the whole of the ninety-sixth, exceptmg 
the last verse, and of three additional verses, which belong to the one 
hundred and sixth, and one hundred and thirty-sixth. The present 
Psalm, therefore, was composed by David, either on that occasion, 
or before it. 

TJie heathen gods are idols vain. It is impossible to give the verbal 
opposition of the origmal. 



PSALM XCVII. 

The Lord is King: with rapture loud 
Earth and her isles his name shall own : 

He dwells amidst the black'ning cloud, 
And judgment lifts his awful throne : 

A fiery stream before him flows, 

And wastes afar his flying foes ; 

His lightning shafts, in vengeance hurPd, 

Blaze lurid o'er the trembling world. 

The hills, like melting wax, dissolve, 

Where'er his sov'reign presence burns ; 
The heav'ns proclaim his just resolve, 

And ev'ry realm his glory learns : 
Be shame on ev'ry idol boast. 
Till bows in dust their worshipp'd host ; 
While Judah's daughters glad shall see, 
While Sion sings, O Lord, to thee ! 

For far o'er ev'ry throne above. 

Thy name, my God, in glory tow'rs : 

From sin to flee is thee to love. 

Who sav'st thy saints from hostile pow'rs 



PSALM XCVIII. 179 

Light on the righteous path is sown, 
And joy around the pure has shone ; 
Then let their cheerful songs record 
Thy sov'reign praise, O holy Lord ! 

NOTES. — Tlais Psalm resembles the preceding; and was, per- 
haps, coimected, in like mamier, with the establishment of the ark, 
either in the tabernacle on Mount Sion, or m the temple. 

He dicells amidst the blacWning cloud. All the most majestic and 
awful objects in nature are made the figures of the glory and judg- 
ments of God. These terrors, although they spread a deep awe over 
the pious mind, yet cannot restrain its rejoicing; for they are even 
exceeded by his love towards them that fear him. Thus the Psalmist 
blends them with his most joyful hymns. 

Be shame on ev^ry idol boast. This verse is the celebrated chorus, 
which so incensed the emperor Julian, when a multitude of Christians 
assembled to remove the remains of the martyr Babylas from the 
grove of Daphne to Antioch. They sang psalms in choirs, as they 
passed ; and united in this chorus, which reached the ears of the 
emperor himself Several were afterwards imprisoned ; and one 
young man, named Theodore, was brought to the rack; but he sang 
the same psalms amidst his torments. 

From sin to flee is thee to love. For the sake of harmony with the 
usage of our own language, which does not allow those frequent 
changes of person that are so common in the Hebrew poetry, a 
greater uniformity in this respect has sometimes been retained in the 
translation than appears in the original. Perhaps the deviation is, 
in this verse, too considerable. 

Light on the righteous path is sown. Lucretius says, L. ii. v. 211. 
" Lumine consent arva." 
Sows with light the fields. 



PSALM XCVIIL 



Sing to the Lord a new-made song, 
Who wond'rous things has done : 

His holy arm and right hand strong 
Have glorious conquest won. 

The Lord has told his saving might, 
By highest heav'n ador'd ; 

And on the heathen's dazzled sight 
His righteous beams has pour'd. 



ISO PSALM XCVIII. 

He thinks on all his truth and grace 

To Israel sworn of old ; 
And his salvation's glorious trace 

Our utmost shores behold. 

Oh, shout and sing, ye realms of earth, 

And thankful praise prolong ; 
Oh, wake to God the harp's high mirth, 

The harp and voice of song. 

Pour out the clarion's silver swell, 

The trumpet's stormy tone ; 
The world's triumphant joy to tell 

Before its Sovereign's throne. 

And let the peopled sea rejoice, 

The earth, and all its lands ; 
The mighty hills lift high their voice, 

The waters clap their hands. 

So let them join, their Lord to greet. 

Who comes with holy might. 
To sit on judgment's awful seat, 

And judge the world in right. 

NOTES. — "A Psalm." It exceedingly resembles the ninety-sixth; 
and, for that very reason it may be doubted whether it was written on 
the same occasion. This has more the appearance, also, of a song 
after victory. All these hymns of exultation seem to have their true 
force only when tliey are uttered by the voice of Christian praise. 

The waters clap their hands. This was, among the Hebrews, as 
well as in modern nations, a sign of joy and applause. It was em- 
ployed especially, it would seem, at the coronation of kings. (2 Kings 
xi. 12.) Hammond remarks that tlie striking and dashing of the 
waves resembles it. 



PSALM XCIX. 181 



PSALM XCIX. 

The Lord is King, enthron'd on high, 
Where radiant cherubs veil the brow : 

Let nations quake beneath his eye, 

Let eartli's foundations trembhng bow. 

The Lord is great in Sion's tow'rs, 
And fam'd above all royal fame ; 

Let all thy realms, with all their pow'rs, 
Exalt and dread thy hallow'd name. 

O mighty King, thy sovereign sway 

The righteous cause has lov'd and led : 

A law of truth thy tribes obey, 

And judgments just thy glory spread. 

Exalt the Lord in praises loud, 

And low at God's pure footstool fall ; 

So Moses sang, so Aaron bow'd, 
So rose the voice of Samuel's call. 

Prophets and priests, they call'd on thee. 
And heard thee from thy cloud in heav'n ; 

For firm they kept thy good decree. 
And lov'd the law thy love had giv'n. 

Thou heard'st them, Lord, in pard'ning grace, 
Though oft they drew thy chast'ning rod : 

Exalt him in his lofty place, 

For hoty reigns the Lord our God ! 

NOTES. — This is also, very probably, one of the Psalms which 
were sung at the removal of the ark. The mention of Moses, Aaron 
and Samuel, might easily have led any poet later than David to add 
the name of David himself But the Psalm is probably the work of 
that monarch, as well as of his age. 

Where radiant cherubs veil the brow. The cherubim that spread 
their wings over the mercy -seat were emblematic of the hosts that do 
the divine commandments on high. When the Lord is said to sit be- 
tween or above the cherubim, our eyes must pass from the earthly to 
the heavenly temple. 

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182 PSALM C. 

And heard thee from thy cloud in heaven. The allusion is to the 
pillar of a cloud in which the Lord descended upon the temple, and 
spoke with Moses. 



PSALM C. 



Lift high as heav'n, ye lands of earth, 

The strain that swells from countless throngs ; 

And serve the Lord with sacred mirth, 
And seek his face with joy and songs. 

For know, the Lord is God alone ; 

He made our souls, he rules our way ; 
We are not ours, but all his own. 

The sheep that mid his pastures stray. 

Oh, come, and mount, with glad acclaim, 

Where fair his kingly portals rise ; 
And tread his courts, and waft his name 

In praise beyond the answ'ring skies. 

For God is love, and endless days 
Beneath that love glide on in light ; 

And all his realms his truth shall praise. 
While ages speed their downward flight. 

NOTES.—" A Psalni of praise." It was undoubtedly sung in the 
house of the Lord. The paraphrase of this Psalm by Dr. Watts has 
been pronounced the loftiest specimen of devotional poetry in our 
language. In view of this, and of the excellence of Tate in this in- 
stance, I should have been tempted not to offer a version with which 
I am so Uttle satisfied, were it not necessary for the completeness of 
the work. 

Lift high as heav'n, ye lands of earth. How clearly and fully do 
such passages of the Psalms disclose liie future calling of the Gen- 
tiles ! All nations are summoned to tlie highest acts and privileges 
of worship, and all that separated them is forgotten in this delightful 
prospect. 

The sheep that mid his pastures stray. " And other sheep I have, 
which are not of this fold : them also I must bring, and they shall 
hear my voice ; and tliere shall be one fold, and one shepherd." 
(John X. 16.) 



PSALM CI. 183 



PSALM CI. 

Of grace and judgment I will sing ; 
I sing to thee, my Lord and King, 

And seek thy way, securely wise : 
Oh, when shall thy bright presence come, 
To light my path, to cheer my home, 

And on my upright breast arise f 

No evil wile mine e^^e shall heed ; 
I hate the false transgressor's deed ; 

Its stain shall ne'er around me cleave : 
The faithless tongue, the godless heart, 
In shame and silence shall depart, 

Nor my beleaguer' d ear deceive. 

The sland'rer's lips my wrath shall seal, 
That joy a brother's fame to steal ; 

The lofty brow and eye of pride 
Before my presence ne'er shall stand. 
But all the faithful of the land 

Beneath my smile shall safe abide. 

My gates shall open for the just ; 

Who trusts the Lord shall bear my trust ; 

And far shall cow'r the impious train ; 
Till, through my land, the guilty fall. 
Nor God's fair city's holy wall 

Shall echo to a step profane. 

NOTES. — "A Psalm of David." It bears internal evidence of 
this authorship. 

And on my upright breast arise ? The Psalmist declares that he 
will walk before the Lord uprightly and with a perfect heart ; and, 
in thisdetennination, asks the divine presence and blessing. It must 
always be remembered that the king of Israel was the figure of him 
who should be our ELing, as well as our Prophet and Priest. 



184 PSALM CI I. 



PSALM CII. 

Oh, hear my pray'r, and let my cry 
Go up before thee, Lord, on high ; 
Nor hide thy face in days of need. 
But come in love, and come with speed. 

My days, like mounting smoke-wreaths, pass ; 
My heart is parch' d, like wither'd grass ; 
A fire my fleshless bones devours. 
And groans consume my fasting hours. 

As pines the bird of marshes lone, 
As makes the owl her desert moan, 
As from the tow'r the sparrow cries, 
So pours my soul its ceaseless sighs. 

My foes' reproach each day I bear, 
My banded foes destruction swear. 
And ashes strew my lowly board. 
And tears amidst my cup are pour'd. 

Thy chast'ning wrath hath sent the blow, 
Thou lift'st me high, thou lay'st me low ; 
My days, like sinking shadows, fly. 
And, parch'd like with' ring grass, I lie. 

But thou, O Lord, art still the same ; 
Age tells to age thine endless name ; 
And thou shalt yet for Sion rise. 
And view her wastes with pitying eyes. 

Now hastes the time, the time fulfill'd ; 
The Lord his city's walls shall build : 
Thy servants watch her prostrate tow'rs. 
And love the dust that hides her bow'rs. 

Then, when her head his Sion rears. 
And God's own glorious arm appears, 



PSALM CI I. 185 

All kings of earth shall praise thy throne, 
All realms shall fear thee, Lord, alone. 

For God shall hear the humble pray'r. 
And make the suff'rer's cause his care ; 
Till future times his praise record. 
And unborn nations bless our Lord. 

From his bright, holy place above 
Looks o'er the earth the Lord of love. 
And hears the captive's lonely sigh. 
And saves the guiltless, doom'd to die. 

So, Sion's mount his name shall tell. 
So, Salem's tow'rs his praise shall swell. 
When nations come in mingling throngs. 
And pay the Lord their thousand songs. 

He bow'd my strength amidst my way. 
And hung with clouds my closing day : 
''Oh, not/' I cried, " so swift, so soon ! 
Remove me not, my God, at noon ! 

Thy years their course eternal keep. 
While ages on to ages sweep ; 
Thy might the earth's foundations laid. 
Thy hands the heav'n's bright arch array'd. 

They all shall pass, but thou shalt stand ; 
They all shall fade beneath thine hand ; 
And, hke a vesture's crumbling fold. 
Shall earth and heav'n be wrapp'd and roll'd. 

But thou nor change nor end canst know. 
And while thy years eternal flow. 
Thy servants' seed thy hght shall see. 
Their children's children dwell with thee." 

NOTES.— "A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed 
with sorrow, and pours out his complaint before the Lord." This 
Psalm must have been written during the captivity ; and is probably 

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186 PSALM cm. 



to be understood rather of the whole people than of the individual 
writer. 

My days, like mounting smoke-wreaths, pass. They glide away, as 
if without substance and without trace. 

As pines tlie bird of marshes lone. The bird here mentioned is com- 
monly supposed to be the pelican, which inhabits watery regions. 

As from tfietow'r the sparrow cries. An author on Natural History 
says of this bird ; " It usually sits alone on the tops of old buildings 
and roofs of churches, singing very sweetly, especially in the mom- 



PSALM cm. 

Bless thou the Lord, my grateful heart, 
My inmost bosom, bless his name : 

Bless thou the Lord, my heav'nlier part, 
And all his bounteous deeds proclaim. 

The Lord forgives thy guilty stain, 
And breaks thy fierce disease's sway, 

Redeems thy life from ruin's chain, 

And crowns with love thy peaceful day. 

He feasts thy lips with blessings sweet. 
And nerves thy frame to eagle youth ; 

He guides the guiltless victim's feet. 
And shields the cause of fainting truth. 

To Moses' eye he shew'd his path, 
His deeds to Israel's chosen race : 

How kind his love, how slow his wrath, 
How rich the Lord's abounding grace ! 

He will not evermore upbraid. 

Nor stretch his wrath to distant time ; 

He hath not all our sins repaid, 
Nor giv'n the just reward of crime. 

For look, how high the heav'n above 
O'er earth and sea its arch extends ; 



PSALM cm. 187 

So far the Lord's enfoldinsf love 

Around his shelter' d servants bends. 

And look, how far from East to West 
The circling sun his journey goes ; 

So far our Maker's gracious breast 
Our sins' forgotten burden throws. 

As melts a father's bosom mild, 

So melts the Lord o'er them that pray : 

He knows how frail his mortal child, 
And pitying sees our frame of clay. 

The days of man are like the grass, 
A flow'r that rises, fair and green ; 

The winds along the meadows pass, 
And where it bloom'd no more is seen. 

But God's eternal love o'erspreads 
The race that keep his cov'nant true ; 

And children's children on their heads 
Receive his blessing's kindly dew. 

He sends his righteous succour nigh, 
And owns his faithful servants' call ; 

The Lord, whose throne is fix'd on high. 
Whose broad dominion circles all. 

Oh, bless the Lord, ye angels strong. 
Who hear his voice, his word fulfil ; 

Oh, bless the Lord, ye glorious throng. 
Who speed to bear his sov'reign will ; 

Oh, bless the Lord, ye hosts of light, 
And far as e'er your chariots roll, 

Let all his works adore his might ; 
Bless thou the Lord, my grateful soul ! 

NOTES.—" A Psalm of David." It was the death-bed Psahn of 
Bishop Sanderson. 



ISS PSALM CIV. 

And nerves thy frame to eagle youth. The eagle, renewing his 
phxmes, seems to put on a second youth ; and this is the foundation 
of the comparison. So Isaiah (xl. 31.) 

" They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength ; 
They shall mount up with wings as eagles." 

For look, hoiD high the heaven above. What more glorious, or what 
more soothing, picture of the divine character can be imagined, than 
that which in this and the two following verses, cheers tlie repentant 
sinner ! 

Oh, bless the Lord, ye hosts of light. The Hebrew poetry repre- 
sents the superior orders of beings under the figure of innumerable 
armies attending in the majestic train of the King of kings. 



PSALM CIV, 



Oh, bless the Lord with all thy powers, 
My mounting spirit, bless his name : 

O Lord my God, how greatly tow'rs 

Thy sov'reign throne in strength and fame ! 

A radiant robe of golden hght 

The Lord around his glory throws : 

He spreads the heav'ns, his curtain bright ; 
His chambers on the deep repose. 

He makes the clouds his awful car ; 

He rides upon the tempest's wing ; 
Like winds and lightnings, swift and far, 

His mighty angels serve their King. 

He fix'd the earth's foundations old. 
That shall not change while ages flee ; 

And, like a garment's flowing fold, 
He pour'd around the rolling sea. 

High o'er the hills, without a shore, 
Their mighty sheet the waters spread : 

At thy rebuke, thy thunder's roar, 
They hasted to their ocean bed. 



PSALM CIV. 1S9 

Then mountains o'er the torrents frown'd, 
And vales the gentle brooks supplied ; 

And ne'er again, beyond its bound, 
Shall climb o'er earth the subject tide. 

Beneath thy hand, the sparkling streams 
Mid lonely hills their pathway burst : 

There, shuns the herd the noonday beams, 
And there the wild ass slakes liis thirst. 

Along the banks, in shaded nests. 

The air's blithe songsters sit and sing : 

Thy chambers lave the mountain crests, 
Thy works refresh each living thing. 

Thy grassy meads, thy golden soil. 
To beast and man their stores impart ; 

The joyous wine, the glist'ning oil. 

The bread that cheers the fainting heart. 

The trees of God, with moisture fiU'd, 

The ancient cedars, upward tow'r ; 
There, tuneful bands their refuge build. 

There makes the stork her shelter'd bow'r. 

Where loftier rocks ascend the sky. 

From crag to crag the wild goats leap ; 

And safe beyond the slayer's e3^e. 
Their mountain hold the conies keep. 

God gives the moon her time to shine. 
And shews the sun his downward way ; 

And when the shades of eve decline. 
He sends abroad the herds of prey. 

Then, gliding from the tangled wood, 

The lion's roaring offspring roam : 
They seek from God their destin'd food. 

Till morn's red dawn affrights them home. 



190 PSALM CIV. 

The rising sun o'er nature glows ; 

In dens the fierce destroyers hide ; 
And man to cheerfial labour goes, 

And plies his toil till evening tide. 

Oh, how thy varied works abound ! 

In wisdom. Lord, they all were made : 
And earth, with thy rich treasures crown'd, 

In living beauty stands array'd ! 

And lo, the broad and mighty sea. 

Where, small and great, its myriads stray ! 

There cleave the ships their pathway free, 
And there the wat'ry monsters play. 

So wdde thy works before thee stand, 
And wait from thee their daily food : 

They gather from thy bounteous hand, 
And all that breathe are fill'd with good. 

Thou hid' St thy face, they sink in death, 
They vanish from the realms of day ; 

Thou stay' St the tide of vital breath, 
And falls to dust the form of clay. 

Thou send' St abroad thy spirit's might, 
And nature feels the kindling birth : 

A new creation springs to light. 

And joy o'erspreads the smiling earth. 

While ages run their endless race. 
The Lord's high glory shall not fade : 

And far as worlds his works may trace. 
The Lord shall joy in all he made. 

He looks on earth ; beneath his sight 

Earth's mighty bosom thrills and quakes ; 

His touch is on the mountain's height. 
And forth the smoky volume breaks. 



PSALM CV. 191 

My soul and voice, while life shall beat, 
Shall hymn the Lord in joyful lays : 

My thought on God shall still be sweet, 
And all my being shall be praise. 

While men of guilt in death depart, 

Nor earth shall bear their names abhorr'd. 

Bless thou thy God, my grateful heart. 
And ev'ry creature, bless the Lord ! 

NOTES. — It is impossible to fix the origin of this magnificent 
Psahn, which the S eptuagint, however, ascribes to David. 

His chambers on the deep repose. The chambers of the Orientals 
were placed in the upper part of the house, and were entered by a 
separate door. Their seclusion is the point of comparison in this 
place. 

His mighty angels serve their King. Such is the inspired inter- 
pretation. (Heb. i. 7.) "He makes his angels spirits," says St. 
Jerome, "that they may inspire men with a desire to do his will." 

High o'er the hills, icithout a shore. This was the chaotic state, 
which preceded the present formation of the earth. " Darkness was 
upon the face ofthe deep." (Gen. i. 2.) 

The joyous wine, the glistening oil. So Pliny ; " duo sunt liquores 
corporibus humanis gratissimi, intus vini, foris olei." (Hist. Nat. 
Ixiv. 22.) " There are two fluids most grateful to the organization of 
man; wine within, and oil without." 

Their mountain hold the conies keep. The creature here named is, 
says Mr. Green, " a large kind of mouse which lodges in rocky and 
mountainous places. It is a harmless creature which chews the cud, 
and is ofthe size of a rabbit, but of a browner colour, smaller eyes, 
and a head more pointed." 

And lo, the broad and mighty sea. Lamartine imagines the Psalm- 
ist, when he thus sung, gazing from the heights of Lebanon, and 
catching a distant view ofthe flashing billows. 

His toudi is on tlie mountain's heigJu. There may be an allusion to 
volcanoes. 



PSALM CV. 



Oh, thank the Lord, and call his name. 
And tell the nations all his fame ; 
Sing, sing the psalm of rich dehght, ^ 
And speak his deeds of wondrous might. 



192 PSALM CV. 

In God's great name, with heart and voice, 
Let all that seek him still rejoice : 
Oh, seek, while life prolongs the hour, 
His sov'reign aid's redeeming pow'r. 

Think on the wonders of his hand, 
The mighty works of his command ; 
Let Abraham's seed his judgments trace. 
Let Jacob's chosen tell his grace. 

The Lord our God is Lord alone ; 
O'er all the earth his truth has shone : 
He keeps his oath of old reveal' d, 
His pledge to thousand ages seal'd ; 

To Abraham giv'n, to Isaac sworn, 
In ceaseless faith by Israel borne ; 
"In Canaan's fields shaltthoube heir, 
And make thy peaceful dwelling there." 

Yet few were they, a feeble band, 
And strangers in their promis'd land ; 
From tribe to tribe content to roam, 
Each distant realm awhile their home. 

But all their way he guarded round, 
And check'd the wrath of monarchs crown'd ; 
" From mine anointed stay thine arm. 
Nor do my holy prophets harm." 

O'er all their fields a dearth he spoke ; 
The staff of strength 'ning bread he broke ; 
But first a just deliv'rer gave. 
The bondman Joseph, sold to save. 

In chains he lay : his guiltless heart 
Endur'd the iron's servile smart ; 
Till prov'd of God, his truth was known. 
And justice spoke from Pharaoh's throne. 



PSALM CV. 193 

The lord of nations broke his chain ; 
The monarch gave him all his reign ; 
And chiefs were fetter'd at his will, 
And sages listen'd, and were still. 

Then Israel came, th' Egyptian's guest, 
And Ham's fair plains were Jacob's rest : 
God made his fruitful people strong 
Beyond their tyrants' madd'ning throng. 

His love enrag'd th' oppressor's heart ; 
They watch'd his tribes with murd'rous art : 
Then Moses at his call arose, 
Then Aaron, his pure priest, he chose. 

Then Ham's dim land his wonders knew, 
While darkness o'er their coasts he threw ; 
And when his word was still defied, 
He roU'd in blood their peopled tide. 

Teem'd all their land with slimy swarms, 
Teem'd royal halls with loathsome forms : 
He spake, and flies o'erspread their coasts, 
And liv'd the dust in noisome hosts. 

He gave them hail for dewy rains ; 
He swept with flame their fruitful plains ; 
The vine, the fig, his tempests tare. 
And bow'd to earth their branches bare. 

Th' unnumber'd worm and locust prey'd 
Amidst their gardens' joyous shade ; 
And last, the sword of vengeance swept, 
And Egypt o'er her firstborn wept. 

With gold and silver, forth they came, 
In all their tribes no feeble frame ; 
And glad th' Egyptian's fainting heart 
Beheld their dreaded train depart. 
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194 PSALM CVI. 

God led their march : his cloud by day, 
His fire by night, o'erhung the way : 
They ask'd for bread ; from heav'n it fell ; 
And deserts pour'd the rocky well. 

Such wonders shone on mortal view ; 
So prov'd the Lord his promise true : 
On Abraham, on his word, he thought, 
And forth in joy his chosen brought. 

He fix'd their home on Gentile soil ; 
They reap'd the fields of heathen toil : 
Oh, taught so well to love his ways. 
And keep his word, give God the praise ! 

NOTES. — The first part of this Psahn, as has been before remark- 
ed, is comprised in a Psalm given by David to Asaph, when the ark 
was brought to Mount Sion. That part consists of the first seven 
verses in this translation. It might be imagined that the rest was 
afterwards added ; but the portion included in that Psalm has rather 
the aspect of an extract from some longer poem like this. St. Jerome 
well remarks of this and the following Psalm, that though they relate 
to the fathers, yet all these things happened unto tliem lor ensamples, 
and were written for our instruction. " Omnia enim quae continge- 
bant aiitiquitus, in figura contingebant ; ut nos enidiremur." 

From mine anointed stay thine arm. The patriarchs are called the 
anointed and the prophets of God. 

In all their tribes no feeble frame. None were prevented by disease 
or infirmity from following the host. 



PSALM CVL 



Oh, bless the Lord : give God the praise, 
Whose mercy reigns through endless days : 
Oh, who his mighty acts can tell, 
Or who his hymn canjustly swell ? 

How bless' d are they, whose upright tread 
From truth's fair path no snare has led ! 
O Lord, on me in mercy shine. 
And be thy servants' portion mine. 



PSALM CVI. 195 

Let thy salvation come to me, 
That I thy chosen' s bliss may see, 
Amidst thy people's joy rejoice, 
And lift with theirs my thankful voice. 

But we have sinn'd : with dread accord 
Our sires and we have scorn'd the Lord : 
Our sires forgot his deeds of grace, 
His wonders wrought on Egypt's race : 

They trespass'dby the Red Sea's wave, 
Yet there his arm was nigh to save ; 
He sav'd them for his own great name, 
And spread afar his sov'reign fame. 

He chid the sea, and open lay 

Through billowy walls their guarded way ; 

And safe as on the desert's sand. 

He bore them from th' oppressor's hand. 

Dark o'er their foes the flood came down ; 
Not one w^as left, nor crest nor crown : 
Then God's true word his tribes ador'd, 
And high their song of triumph soar'd. 

But ah, how soon, redeem'd from harm, 
Their heart forgot the rescuing arm ! 
They ask'd no more his counsel true, 
But hot desire to madness grew. 

They cried for bread with rebel haste ; 
They murmur' d on their pathway waste : 
God gave them all their lust would crave, 
And lust's own plagues in vengeance gave. 

In peaceful tents secure they lay. 
And envied Moses' guardian sway. 
And envied Aaron's saintly rod, 
And dar'd the outstretch' d arm of God. 



196 PSALM CVI. 

Earth op'd her mouth ; and Dathan died, 

And sank Abiram's band of pride : 

A fire along their armies flew, 

And wasting flames th' ungodly slew. 

At Horeb's base a calf they made ; 
Around the molten mass they pray'd ; 
And set in God's most glorious seat 
The beast that grazes at our feet. 

Forgot was he, their Saviour strong, 
Who bore them from th' Egyptian's wrong, 
In Ham's dark land his wonders show'd. 
And through the sea spread wide their road. 

Then spake the Lord his awful doom. 
To sweep them to their common tomb ; 
But in the breach his prophet stood. 
And turn'd aside the wrathful flood. 

They scorn'd his land of fair delight ; 
They would not trust his promis'd might ; 
Within their tents secure they lay. 
And cast their God's true words away. 

Then rear'd the Lord his hand, and sware 
To waste their rebel armies there, 
To strew them on the desert sands, 
And drive their seed to distant lands. 

Theybow'd to Poor's imag'd lord. 
And ate the idol's feasts abhorr'd ; 
They dar'd in pride their Maker's stroke, 
And forth the plague ofjudgment broke. 

Then Phineas rose, the faithful priest, 
And while he pray'd, the vengeance ceas'd : 
Thrice honour'd name ! through endless days 
That righteous deed shall waft his praise. 



PSALM CVI. 197 

They strove beside the Fount of Strife, 
And JNIoses gave his forfeit Hfe ; 
For then their guilt his spirit stung, 
Till rashly spoke his erring tongue. 

They spar'd the race whom God would slay ; 
They trod the Pagan's impious way ; 
At idol shrines they made their pray'r, 
And fell within the heathen's snare. 

To Canaan's demon gods they bore 
Their murder' d sons, their daughters' gore : 
Blood, guiltless blood, their shores profan'd. 
Their offspring's blood their garments stain' d. 

Their works of guilt, their ways of guile, 
E Strang' d the Lord's protecting smile : 
Red o'er his tribes his wrath arose ; 
He loath' d the realm that once he chose. 

He gave them to the heathen's rod ; 
Stern on their necks their foemen trod ; 
And fast th' oppressor's chain was riv'n, 
So oft they sinn'd, so oft forgiv'n. 

For still they chose their evil will, 
And pride ensnar'd and crush'd them still : 
Byt when he saw their contrite tears, 
Then rose their cry to pitying ears. 

Then all his cov'nant sworn return'd, 
And all his ancient mercy burn'd ; 
And e'en within their foemen' s heart 
He bade the streams of pity start. 

Still, Lord our God, from heathen lands 
Redeem and lead our scatter'd bands, 
Thy sov'reign name in songs to raise. 
And triumph in thy holy praise. 



198 PSALM CVII. 

Lord God of Israel, praise to thee, 
As ever was, and e'er shall be : 
Let all with glad amen accord, 
And ev'ry people bless our Lord ! 

NOTES. — The character of this Psahn is precisely similar to that 
of the preceding. But the concluding verses lead us to the era of 
the captivity : it is probably, therefore, an imitation and continuation 
of the former, composed in a later age. 

They hoid'd to Poor's imag'd lord. " Baal-Peor" is " the lord of 
Peor." 

TJiey strove beside the Fount of Strife. The waters of Meribah re- 
ceived thus their name. 

To Canaan's demon gods they bore. This corresponds with the 
version of the Septuagint. 

With this Psalm the fourth Bopk closes ; and the doxology in the 
last verse is viewed as the form of conclusion. 



PSALM CVIL 

Oh, bless the Lord of endless grace, 

As endless as his days : 
Let his redeem'd his mercies trace, 

And sing his sov'reign praise. 

He broke their tyrants' iron bands, 

And led their armies forth. 
From Eastern and from Western lands, . 

From South and utmost North. 

They wander'd on a lonely waste ; 

No plenteous tow'rs were near ; 
No stream to soothe their parching taste. 

Their fainting soul to cheer : 

Then heard the Lord the pilgrims' cry. 
And bore them from their woes. 

Till bright before their weary eye, 
Their home's fair walls arose. 



PSALM CVII. 199 

Oh, might his love, on mortals shown, 

By mortal songs be spread ; 
Who stills the thirsty sufF'rer's moan, 

And fills the poor with bread ! 

E'en so, where midnight darkness reigns. 
And death's still deep'ning shade, 

Fast bound in sorrows and in chains, 
Their sinking forms they laid. 

For from the Lord's commandment just 
They turn'd with scorn and shame ; 

Therefore he bow'd them to the dust, 
And no deliv'rer came. 

Then heard the Lord the captives' cry, 
And bore them from their woes, 

And bade the midnight darkness fly. 
And death its bonds unclose. 

Oh, might his love, on mortals shown. 

By mortal songs be spread ; 
Who broke the brazen portals down. 

The bars of iron shred ! 

So, burning plagues in judgment pour'd 

The fools of guilt appal : 
Their soul abhors the festal board ; 

At death's dark gate they fall : 

Then hears the Lord the sulF'rers' cry, 
And bears them from their woes ; 

He sends his word of healing nigh. 
And balm and comfort flows. 

Oh, might his love, on mortals shown. 

By mortal songs be spread ; 
And grateful gifts his wonders own, 

And shouts of joyous dread ! 



200 PSALM CVII. 

They that go down upon the deep 

Before the fickle breeze, 
And there their vent'rous business keep 

Upon the mighty seas ; 

They know the Lord's tremendous hand, 

And see his ocean deeds. 
When, rising grim at his command, 

The thund'ring tempest speeds. 

They mount upon the crested wave, 
That seems to scale the clouds ; 

Then, deep beneath, the billowy grave 
Their trembling bark enshrouds. 

Cold fears o'er all their members steal, 
Their melting pow'rs decline. 

While on the reeling deck they reel, 
Like men o'ercome with wine. 

Then hears the Lord the voy'gers' cry, 
And bears them from their woes ; 

Till o'er the gentle waves they spy 
Their haven's wish'd repose. 

Oh, might his love, on mortals shown, 

By mortal songs be spread , 
Where pray'rs of myriads seek his throne, 

By hoary wisdom led ! 

He makes the floods a dreary sand, 

The streams a desert bare, 
And wastes with drought a fruitful land, 

When guilt has sojourn'd there. 

He malies the sands a lovely lake. 
The waste, o'erflowing springs ; 

And there, his plenteous home to take. 
The famish' d exile brings. 



PSALM CVII. 201 

They build, they sow, they plant in peace 
The vineyard's wealthy ground : 

Their households in his smile increase, 
Their stately herds abound. 

Again, with woe, defeat and need, 

Their scatter'd bands decay ; 
And, cloth'd with scorn, a royal seed 

Through pathless deserts stray ; 

While high above a thousand ills 

He lifts the righteous poor ; 
And Hke the flocks on many hills, 

Their households spread secure. 

The just rejoice ; and, guilt must gaze, 

And ope her hps no more : 
Whoe'er is wise shall mark his ways, 

And God's dear love adore. 



NOTES. — From the mention of political revolutions, in this 
Psalm, and especially of exile and the return of the exiles, it is highly 
probable that it was composed soon after the captivity. Five classes 
of persons are described in their several dangers; wanderers from 
tlieir home, prisoners, sufferers from disease, mariners tossed with 
tempests, and the citizens of a conquered and desolated land. Each 
of the first four classes is painted as calling upon God from the midst 
of their perils ; and his interposition is related in similar language. 
A chorus, varied a Uttle in each instance, follows each picture. The 
whole has an appropriate introduction and conclusion. 

They mount upon the crested wave. A description of a tempest by 
Ovid (Tristia, Lib. i. Eleg. 2.)is very similar. 

" Me miserum, quanti montes volvuntur aquarum ! 

Jamjam tacturos sidera summa putes. 
Q,uantae diducto subsidunt sequore valles ! 

Jamjam jacturas tartara nigra putes. 
Rector in iucerto est, nee quid fugiatve petatve 

Invenit, ambiguis ars stupetipsa mahs." 
Ah me, what billowy mountains roll on high ! 

Now seem they e'en to reach the starry steep : 
What billowy vales beneath subsiding he ! 

Now seem they e'en to heave th' infernal deep. 
Nor aid nor flight th' uncertain pilot linows : 
Skill stands bewilder'd with the strife of woes. 
By hoary wisdom led. The presence of the elders, in public places 
and worship, indicates the solemnity of the occasion. 



202 PSALM CVIII. 



PSALM CVIII. 

My heart is turn'd, O God my King, 
My glory wakes, to shout and sing : 
Awake, my lute ; awake, my lyre ; 
I wake with morning's eastern fire. 

Amidst the realms I praise my Lord, 
Amidst the nations' glad accord : 
Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends, 
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 

Be thou, O God, exalted high 
In thy bright realms above the sky ; 
Let earth thy love and glory see ; 
And stretch thy saving arm to me. 

And hark, the Lord lifts high his voice, 
And in his word my ears rejoice : 
I haste, old Shechem's tow' rs to scale, 
And spread my line o'er Succoth's vale. 

And mine are Gilead's fruitful hills. 
And mine the fields Manas seh tills ; 
My helmet's strength are Ephraim's bands ; 
My sceptre rests in Judah's hands. 

In Moab's streams my feet I lave. 
And cast my shoe to Edom's slave ; 
And o'er Philistia swell on high 
A conqu'ring lord's rejoicing cry. 

But who shall lead our scatter'd pow'rs, 
And bring to Edom's battled tow'rs ? 
And hast thou cast us. Lord, away. 
And lead' St no more our weak array ? 

Oh, give us aid from trouble's chain. 
For man's poor aid is false and vain : 



PSALM CIX. 203 

We march with God's victorious might, 
And he shall tread our foes in flight. 

NOTES.—" A Song and Psalm of David." The first two .stanza?, 
and apart of the third, are, with a trifling variation, taken from the 
fifty-seventh Psahn, and the remainder from tlie sixtieth. Perhaps 
the cause of this compilation was in some manner connected with the 
use of the Psahns in the public worship of the Jews. 

Let earth thy love and glory see. Here is the transition from the 
former to the latter Psalm. It is observable that the few slight changes 
appear to give to the present Psalm a little more the aspect of confi- 
dence and triumph, than appears in the Psalms from which it is 
compiled. 



PSALM CIX. 



God of my praise, oh, be not silent now : 
False, guilty lips my swift destruction vow, 
Against my fame their faithless tale resound, 
And hem my path with words of hatred round. 

In causeless war they spread the murd'rous snare. 
By many a curse give back a brother's pray'r, 
"With ill on ill my purpose kind repel. 
And hate the heart that lov'd them once so well. 

Place thou a tyrant o'er his falling race ; 
At his right hand a fierce accuser place ; 
Condemn his cause in judgment's awful time, 
And let his pray'r but swell his load of crime. 

Few be his days, and soon his sentence seal'd. 
And let another's hand his oflice wield ; 
Let his lorn spouse forsake his desert home. 
And far for bread his helpless children roam. 

Let strangers spoil his wealth, and none so dear 
To give his children's woes a kindly tear : 
Destroy their name from each familiar spot. 
And let a few fleet years their hist'ry blot. 



204 PSALM CIX. 

Still let his father's sins before thee lie, 
Still on his mother's guilt be fix'd thine eye ; 
Nor let their tale of crime thy mem'ry shmi, 
Till all their name be qaench'd beneath the sun. 

For in his prosp'rous pride he would not heed 
Sweet mercy's voice, nor love's benignant deed ; 
But tow'rds the poor and wretched aim'd his stroke, 
And crush' d to earth the hearts which thou hadst 
broke. 

He lov'd the curse ; on him the curse shall be : 
He chose not blessing ; blessing far shall flee : 
As round him cursing like a cloak he drew. 
So let it pierce his heart and members through. 

Within, like searching oil or waters cold. 

Without, a mantle's all-embracing fold, 

A constant girdle girded to their breast, 

The Lord's dread curse with mine accusers rest. 

O Lord my God, in thy dear love be near ; 
With thy great name to save my cause appear : 
Wretched, and poor, and ready to depart. 
Before thy throne I bow my broken heart. 

Brief as the evening shadow on the plain, 
Chas'd, like the locust from the rip'ning grain, 
With fainting knees and failing flesh I tread. 
And foes look on, and shake the scornful head. 

Save me, O Lord my God, in mercy save. 
And let them see what arm salvation gave. 
And in thy deeds the sov'reign Lord confess : 
So, let them curse me. Lord, if thou but bless. 

Oh, when they rise, bring down their pride to dust, 
And let thy servant glory in his trust ; 
And let their tow'ring heads with shame be crown'd, 
And shame, for robes of beauty, wrap them round. 






PSALM ex. 205 

My mouth shall praise the Lord with lofty songs, 
My lips shall praise him mid adoyng throngs ; 
For on the poor's right hand in might he stands, 
And guards the victim, doom'd by impious bands. 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, a Psahn of David. It is as- 
cribed to David also in the New Testament, (Acts i. 16.) where some 
of its words are cited as prophetic or descriptive of the doom of 
Judas. The ancients called it the Iscariotic Psalm ; and St Augustin 
remarks upon it that Judas was a kind of representative of the Jew- 
ish enemies of Christ ; " personam quodam modo sustmet inimico- 
rum Christi Judaeorum." Enar. in Psalmos. This is, indeed, the 
apphcation which we should give to these dreadfid denunciations, re- 
garding them as expressive of the fate of those who oppose, with ob- 
stinate hatred, the cause and mercies of God. " I see no inconven- 
ience," says Mr. Merrick, " in supposing an inspired writer, at the 
same time that he foretells the punishments which God has absolutely 
determined to inflict on any particular persons, to have been directed 
to express his own desire (a desire which it was his duty to enter- 
tain) that the measures which God sees necessary to the support of 
his laws may be accomplished." 

Condemnhis cause in judgment's airful time. This may, however, 
be spoken of human judgment. 

And let his prayer but sicell his load of crime. A more appalling 
curse can hardly be imagined. It can, of course, be understood only 
of the prayer of the hypocrite. 

And let another'' s hand his office icield. Thus, it is translated by the 
Septuagint, f ^t/c-jcott^jv, which accordingly is rendered, in the English 
translation of the Acts, by " bishopric." 

Chased, like the locust from the rip''ning grain. I have supposed this 
passage to refer to the means employed by men to drive the locusts 
away from their fields. But Dr. Shaw, speaking of the swarms of 
locusts which he saw near Algiers in 1724 and 172.5, says, " when the 
wind blew briskly, so that these swarms were crowded by others, we 
had a Uvely idea of that comparison of the Psalmist (Ps. cLx. 23.) of 
being tossed up and doicn as thelocust." 



PSALM ex. 

The Lord spake to my Lord, 
" Have thou 

Thy royal seat 
On my right hand, till I shall bow 

Thy foes beneath thy feet." 
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206 PSALM ex. 

God shall thy rod of strength 
Extend 

From Sion's hill; 
And hostile realms afar shall bend, 
And do thy sov' reign will. 

Then, when the dawn shall gild 
Thine arms 

Of conqu'ring pow'r, 
Thine own shall throng, in holy charms, 
To hail the radiant hour. 

More num'rous and more bright 
Shall earth 

Thine offspring yield, 
Than lies the morning's dewy birth 

On sparkling wood and field. 

The Lord, who cannot change, 
Hath sworn, 

*' To thee remain, 
As by Melchizedek were borne. 

Priesthood and kingly reign." 

The Lord on thy right hand, 
Shall tread 

Li his just wrath. 
On many a monarch's impious head, 
Along his victor path. 

O'er heaps of slain he goes, 
But first 

Bows lowly down. 
At the poor riv'let slakes his thirst, 
Then rises to his crown. 

NOTES. — " A Psalm of David." Our Saviour expressly speaks 
of David as its author, (Matt. xxii. 44. Mark xii. 36. Lulie xx. 42.) 
and it is repeatedly cited by him and his apostles as prophetic of the 
exaltation of the Messiah. (Acts ii. 34. Heb. vi. 20.) It could 
hardly have had any secondaiy application. 



PSALM CXI. 207 

On my right hand. It is well known that the right hand or right 
side of a monarch was the station next in dignity to his own. Even 
companionship in empire was denoted by such a seat upon the throne 
itself. 

God shall thy rod of strength. The prophet here speaks, and de- 
clares that the sceptre given by God to his Son should be extended 
from Sion, or the church, and that its signal should be obeyed 
throughout the world. 

Thine own shall throng, in holy charms. Thus the vast and holy in- 
crease of the church of Christ is represented, under the figure of a 
nation gladly welcoming its prince, in the morning of his reign. 

Than lies the morning's deicy birth. The interpretation of this very 
eUiptical passage by Bishop Lowth is now generally adopted. 
" Prae utero x^urorsetibi ros prohs tuae." 

" More munerous than the dew which proceeds from the womb of 
tlie morning, shall be the dew of thy offspring." The sands of the 
sea do not more strikingly express an innumerable multitude, than 
the dew-di'ops ; and these, at the same time, present a cheerful and 
joyous unage. 

As by Melchizedek were borne. This union of the priestly and regal 
ofiices was the peculiar characteristic of the Messiah, of whom Mel- 
chizedek was so signal a tj'pe. 

O^er heaps of slain he goes. The same triumph is here attributed, 
with little distinction, to Christ liimself, and to the Lord, who is ever 
at his right hand as his Defender. This verse can only be spoken of 
the Saviour. The figure is that of a warrior, pausing to refresh 
himself at a brook, from the toils of battle. But the stream which is 
figured is the dark stream of death, which our Lord tasted before 
his final triumph, and which was even a reUef to him after his strong 
conflict. 



PSALM CXI. 



PRAISE YE THE LORD 



All my poor pow'rs, and all my heart, 
In his dear praise shall bear their part ; 
Bear well their part where saints retreat, 
And well where thronging thousands meet. 

Creation wears his glorious name. 
And wondrous deeds his might proclaim : 
Delightful search of faithful love. 
To mark that sov'reign hand above ! 



20S PSALM CXI. 

Excelling far our praises' pow'r, 
His works in strength and glory tow'r ; 
Firm, while the ages speed their way, 
His justice holds its endless way. 

Good is the Lord : his deeds of grace 
Shall sweet remembrance joy to trace : 
He bends on man a pitying eye, 
And loves to cast his vengeance by. 

In famine's hour of wild complaints, 
With plenteous bread he cheer'd his saints 
Kind was his cov'nant thus of old. 
And still its changeless truth is told. 

Led on their march by heav'nly light, 
His people saw his works of might : 
Mid heathen homes, their victory's spoil, 
He gave them rest from years of toil. 

No deed unjust his throne profanes, 
No promise false his glory stains ; 
On truth's firm rock, on judgment sure, 
His wise commandments shall endure. 

Pillars of earth, their laws abide, 
Amidst the ages' dashing tide. 
Rest on their pure, eternal base. 
And rise and tow'r in holy grace. 

Salvation to his own he gave, 
A ransom for the fetter'd slave ; 
Then fix'd his cov'nant' s sacred frame : 
Hov/ bless' d, how holy is his name ! 

Upward the path of knowledge tends, 
But first from God's true fear ascends : 
Well are they wise who seek his ways, 
And endless is his glorious praise, 



PSALM CXII. 209 

NOTES.— This is the fourth of the alphabetic Psahns. Its gene- 
ral tone reminds us of the later ages of the Jewish church. 

Praise ye the Lord ! This is the Hallelujah of the Hebrews ; with 
which ten of the Psalms commence, and five are concluded. Bishop 
Sanderson says that the whole book of Psalms has been abridged 
into two words, Hosanna and Hallelujah; or, supplication and 
praise. 

But first from God's true fear ascends. So the Book of Ecclesiastes, 
(xii. 13.) 

" Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter, 
Fear God, and keep his commandments." 



PSALM CXII. 



PRAISE YE THE LORD 



All blessings rest, in rich reward, 
On his pure head, who loves the Lord, 
Bears on his breast a righteous fear, 
And deems the law his joy most dear. 

Children of children yet shall grace. 
Through distant years, his rising race : 
Death bears him to his silent rest. 
But still his upright seed are bless'd. 

Earth's utmost wealth shall deck his hearth. 
And wealth that mocks the wealth of earth : 
For his just lot is giv'n on high, 
And lasts beyond the changing sky. 

Glad beams, like morn, his path shall crown. 
When midnight's shades come darkest down : 
His bounteous hands, his pitying heart, 
Shall find from mercy mercy's part. 

In days of need the just befriends, 
And gladly gives, and largely lends : 
Kind thoughts the upright bosom bears, 
And wisdom lightens aU its cares. 

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210 PSALM CXIII. 

Like billows on the changeless rock, 
On him shall troubles pour their shock : 
Memorials bless'd his name shall hold, 
And bosoms dear his form enfold. 

No tidings dread shall daunt his ear ; 
He trusts the Lord, and cannot fear : 
On God's strong love his breast reclines. 
And peace within, and glory shines. 

Pure rests he thus in God's repose, 
And shall not shrink, mid stormy foes ; 
Rests, till his eye its wish shall see. 
And all his stormy foes shall flee. 

Strewn far and wide, to cheer the poor, 
His righteous wealth shall still endure ; 
Till high his honour' d head shall rise, 
When earth's dim glory fades and dies. 

Vainly the sinner, bound beneath. 
Shall gaze from far, and gnash his teeth ; 
While all his impious dreams decay, 
And hope and pride melt all away. 

NOTES.— This is the fifth of the alphabetic Psalms. Its author is 
unknown, and its purport is general. 

EariK's utmost wealth shall deck his hearth. The promises of the old 
covenant unfolded temporal blessings and rewards, more distinctly, 
and the eternal, more dimly. In the new covenant, the latter almost 
entirely fill up the view; but tlie former are not withheld. 



PSALM CXIIL 
praise the lord ! 

Praise him with a loud accord, 
Praise him, servants of the Lord ! 
Praise him with an endless fame : 
Bless'd forever be his name ! 



PSALM CXI V. 211 

Bless'd, while yet the golden sun 
Days and years his course shall run ; 
From the Eastern dawning bless'd, 
To the chambers of the West ! 

Far above the earth and sk}', 
Reigns the glorious Lord on high : 
Who so high shall make abode ? 
Who is like the Lord our God ? 

Yet he bows to see in love 
Earth below and heav'n above ; 
Lifting sorrow from the dust, 
Lifting high the humbled just. 

Such he bids with princes stand, 
With the princes of their land ; 
Bids the barren mother's hearth 
Ring with childhood's song of mirth. 
Praise the Lord ! 

NOTES. — This Psalm and the five following compose what is 
called '' the great Hallel ;" that is, the song of praise, which was sung 
at festivals, especially at the passover. The first two of the six were 
sung before the paschal meal itself; the last four, after it. 

Ring with childhood^ s song of mirth. This apparently abrupt con- 
clusion is, notwithstanding, very lyrical and beautiful. " The blessing 
of children was, indeed, regarded by the Hebrews as amongst the 
highest of temporal favours, and might well close the recital of the 
divine mercies. 



PSALM CXIV. 

When forth from Eg^^t's trembling strand 

The tribes of Israel sped. 
And Jacob in the stranger's land 

Departing banners spread ; 

Then One, amidst their thick array, 
His kingly dwelhng made. 



212 PSALM CXI V. 

And all along the desert way 
Their guidmg sceptre sway'd. 

The sea beheld, and smit with dread, 

RoU'd all its billows back ; 
And Jordan, through his deepest bed, 

Reveal' d their destin'd track. 

Like startled leaders of the flock. 

The ancient mountains reel'd, 
And shook the hills their crests of rock, 

Like lambs that sport afield. 

What ail'd thee, O thou mighty sea. 
And roll'd thy waves in dread f 

What bade thy tide, O Jordan, flee, 
And bare its deepest bed ? 

Why reel'd the mountains with dismaj^ 

Like leaders of the flock ? 
Why shook the hills, like lambs at pla}'. 

Their ancient crests of rock ? 

O earth, before the Lord, the God 

Of Jacob, tremble still; 
Wlio makes the waste a water' d sod, 

The flint a gushing rill. 

NOTES.— It is probable that this Psahn was composed expressly 
for the Passover. 

Then One, amidst tlieir thick array. The absence of the divine 
name at this part of the original Psahn gives strength to the whole, 
by throwing an air of mystery over the cause of these miraculous 
events. In the Hebrew, neither the noun nor the pronoun need be 
expressed ; and in the translation no better way of preserving this 
feature of the Psalm has occurred, tlian tliis use of the indefinite de- 
signation. 

The ancient mountains reeVd. Sinai and Horeb may be particular- 
ly the subjects of this alhision. 

earth, before the Lord, tlie God. This indirect answer is peculiarly 
grand : and the whole Psalm nnist be regarded as one of the noblest 
specimens of the Hebrew poetry. 



PSALM CXV. 213 



PSALM CXV. 



Not unto us, O Lord of hosts, 

Not unto us, be praise : 
But in thy name we make our boasts, 
And tell thy truth through all our coasts, 

And thy memorial raise. 

Why should the impious heathen cry, 

^' Where hides their God and Lord ?" 
Our God is in the heav'ns on high, 
And all that live in earth and sky 
Fulfil his will and word. 

Their idol gods are gods of gold ; 

Or silver, fashion' d fair : 
From human hands they took their mould ; 
Man gave them silent lips and cold. 

That mock their vot'ry's pray'r ; 

Man gave them eyes that naught can view, 

And ears, that naught can hear ; 
And hands that no kind deed can do, 
And feet that ne'er a foe pursue. 
Or flee a danger near ; 

Man gave a nose that naught can smell, 

A mouth that naught can say : 
And those who loud their praises tell. 
And trust the gods they fram'd so well, 
Are senseless, e'en as they. 

O Israel, trust the Lord your Shield, 

O house of Aaron just ; 
Still trust the strength his arm shall yield, 
And trust the buckler he shall wield ; 

O all that fear him, trust ! 



214 PSALM CXV. 

The Lord our path shall onward trace, 

And give our hands success ; 
Shall bless the men of Israel's race, 
Shall bless the heh's of Aaron's grace, 

Shall all that fear him bless. 

Yea, he shall bless, and shall not cease, 

The high and humble all : 
On you and yours, with large increase, 
Shall blessings, giv'n in love and peace, 

From heav'n's high Monarch fall. 

He made the heav'n's resplendent height ; 

He gave the earth its span : 
In heav'n he fix'd his dwelling bright, 
Beyond yon arch of golden light, 

And earth he gave to man. 

Not from the graves' descending gate 

Shall songs thy praise record : 
But still on thee our hymns shall wait. 
While thou shalt stretch our being's date : 

Oh, praise the sov'reign Lord ! 

NOTES — Tliis Psaini was probably composed at some late period 
of the Jewish history. In the Septuagint, the Vulgate, and some 
manuscripts, it is connected with the preceding as a part of the same 
Psalm ; but the diversity of the two, and the completeness of each, 
forbid such an arrangement. 

The heathen gods are gods of gold. The strain of derision in which 
the prophets sometimes expose the folly of idolatry, displays most 
strikingly the immense superiority of the privileges of the Jews, and 
of all who knew the one tnie God, over the wisest of heathen nations. 
Degrading as was worship like this, yet human nature, almost uni- 
versally, invented or adopted it : nor can we doubt that the mass of 
idolaters have actually ascribed to the image itself the powers of 
Deity. 



PSALM CXVI. 215 



PSALM CXVI. 



I love the Lord of love, 

Because he deign'd to hear, 

And from his hol}^ seat above 
Bow'd e'en to me his ear. 

Therefore, through all my days, 
My voice shall mount on high, 

For mercies past shall pour its praise, 
For future mercies cry. 

The snares of death were round, 

The terrors of the grave ; 
The anguish of strong fear I found, 

And none was there to save. 

Then to the Lord arose 

My voice of trusting pray'r : 

" Lord, from the midst of thronging woes 
My rescued spirit bear." 

Kind is the Lord, and just ; 

The Lord our God is good : 
My sorrow bow'd me to the dust, 

But near my Saviour stood. 

Return, then, O my soul. 

To thy delightful rest ; 
For well the Lord's most kind control 

Has all thy progress bless'd. 

For thou, O God, hast kept 

My spirit from the dead : 
No bitter tear mine eye has wept, 

Nor miss'd my foot its tread. 

So, in the living's land 
I walk before the Lord, 



216 PSALM CXVI. 

And as I trusted in his hand, 
I tell that trust's reward. 

For when, in flight and pain, 

Exclaim'd my heart dismay'd, 
" All mortal men are false and vain," 

Then dawn'd immortal aid. 

What ofF'ring shall I bring. 

What grateful tribute raise, 
To tell the goodness of my King, 

That guided all my ways ? 

I take the chalice deep. 

And call my Saviour's name ; 
My vows amidst his people keep. 

And all his love proclaim. 

Oh, precious in his eye 

His saints' expiring breath : 
And dear, too dear for earth to buy, 

The purchase of their death. 

Lord, from bondage freed. 
Thy servant, low I bow ; 

Thy servant, and thy handmaid's seed. 
And thine by ransom now. 

1 bring my thankful lay. 

And call my Saviour's name. 
My vows amidst his people pay, 
And all his love proclaim ; 

Within the gates that gem 

His temple's holy place ; 
Within thy midst, Jerusalem ! 

Praise ye the Lord of grace ! 

NOTES. — This is aPsalm of thanksgiving for individual blessings; 
and David was very probably its author. It is twice cited in the New 
Testament. The Septuagiut divides it into two Psalms ; but obvi- 
ously without reason. 



PSALM CXVIII. 217 

Kind is the Lord, and just. This and the following verse were 
"the Cygnean Caution" of the excellent Doctor Thomas Jackson; 
with which he surrendered up his spirit. 

/ take tlie chalice deep. After a sacrifice of thauk-olFering, a cup 
would of course be drunk at the festal meal which followed ; and this 
is a beautiful figure to express the gratitude of the heart. 

/ bring my thankful lay. The correspondence between this verse 
and that cited in the preceding note, will not pass unobserved. 



PSALM CXVII. 

Oh, praise the Lord, ye lands of earth, 
And sing, ye tribes of mortal birth ; 
Where'er the step of man is found. 
Where'er a voice can lift the sound. 

For o'er us, on us, is his love ; 

It reigns below, it dwells above : 

And endless ages shall record 

His endless truth ; oh, praise the Lord ! 

NOTES. — This brief Psalm is little more than a chorus in comiex- 
ion with others. Rosenmueller conjectures that it was sung, either at 
the commencement of the sacred exercises, or, like our doxologies, 
at the close. 

Oh, praise the Lord, ye lands of earth. In the Epistle to the Ro- 
mans (xv. 11.) this verse is cited, with other passages, as a confirma- 
tion of the call of the Gentiles. 



PSALM CXVIIL 

Oh, praise the Lord, whose bounteous sky 

Of love is ne'er o'ercast : 
Let Israel say of God most High, 

His love is firm and fast : 

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:218 PSALM CXVIII. 

Let Aaron's house adoring cry, 
His love shall ne'er be past : 

Let all that fear the Lord reply, 
His love shall always last. 

From the dark portals of despair, 

I call'd, O Lord, on thee : 
The Lord vouchsaf'd to hear my pray'r, 

And made my footstep free. 

The Lord is mine ; and mortal bands 

Shall ne'er my soul appal : 
The Lord with my defenders stands, 

I see my foemen fall. 

Far better to the Lord to cling, 

Than lean on mortal dust : 
Far better own the Lord our King, 

Than kingly crowns to trust. 

Around my ambush'd path they came, 

All nations in their might ; 
But in the Lord's triumphant name 

I drove them in the fight. 

On ev'ry side their armies came, 

They rush'd on ev'ry side ; 
But in the Lord's triumphant name 

I trod their armies wide. 

Like countless bees, in swarms they came, 
Like blazing thorns they pass'd ; 

For in the Lord's triumphant name 
I swept them to the blast. 

Sore, fierce and deadly was thy stroke, 

O thou vindictive arm ! 
But God's strong shield its fury broke, 

And turn'd th' impending harm. 



PSALM CXVIII. 219 

The Lord, the Saviour of my trust, 

Is still my strength and song : 
And still the dwellings of the just 

The voice of joy prolong. 

The Lord's right hand does wondrous deeds ; 

The Lord's right hand is high ; 
The Lord's right hand the vict'ry speeds ; 

I am not doom'd to die, 

I live, to speak the might of God, 

"While he upholds my breath : 
He sent on me the chast'ning rod, 

But not the sword of death. 

Ope wide the gates, the holy gates. 
Where deigns the Lord to dwell ; 

That, where the just assembly waits, 
My lips his praise may tell. 

I praise the Lord, who heard my voice, 

And my deliv'rance sped : 
The stone that won no builder's choice 
. Is now the corner's head. 

This is the work the Lord hath done ; 

With wond'ring joy we gaze : 
This is the Lord' ^ 

We triumph in its blaze. 

Oh, hear us. Lord, and save us still ; 

Oh, hear us. Lord, and bless ; 
While on his head who speaks thy will 

We ask thy rich success. 

Forth from the Lord's own temple walls 

We lift the glad acclaim ; 
** Bless'd be his work, who comes and calls 

In God's most holy name I" 



220 PSALM CXIX. 

The Lord is God : as radiant mom, 

On us his hght hath shin'd : 
Then, fast around the altar's horn, 

The spotless victim bind. 

Thou art my God ; thou art my King : 

My thanks shall ne'er be past : 
Oh, come, the Lord's high mercies sing, 

Whose love shall always last. 

NOTES. — This Psalm is commonly ascribed to David; although 
it is several times quoted in the New Testament, (Matt. xxi. 42. 
Mark xii. 10. Luke xx. 17. Acts iv. 11. Heb. xiii. 6. 1 Pet. ii. 
C, 7.) without his name. It was probably sung on some public occa- 
sion of triumph and festivity. But it was certainly interpreted of the 
Messiah by the ancient Jews, as well as since by the whole Christian 
Church ; and our Saviour applied it to himself. 

His love is firm and fast. The passages which have a verbal cor- 
respondence with one another have been, as far as might be, preserv- 
ed in the same form. 

Like Hazing thorns they passed. Although the thorns blaze up at 
once, with a loud noise, yet the flame soon dies, and hardly leaves a 
trace. This is the point of comparison. 

The stone that icon no builder^ s choice. Of whom could this be so 
truly spoken as of the crucified and risen Saviour ? 

Bless''d he his work, who comes and calls. With this cry the people 
welcomed our Lord, when he entered Jerusalem to die. They bor- 
rowed it from this Psalm. 

Then, fast around the altar^s horn. The victim should be offered as 
a thank-offering. It was to be bound with cords for the sacrifice, but 
whether to the horns of the altar, or only near them, may be doubted. 
The horns were a kind of spires, covered with brass, and rising from 
each corner of the altar. Lightfoot says that tlieir tops were seven 
cubits from the earth. 



PSALM CXIX. 



Along the pure and perfect way, 
How bless'd are they who tread ; 

Whose guarded feet can never stray, 
By God's commandments led ! 



PSALM CXIX. 221 

All blessings crown the stedfast heart, 

That seeks the living Lord, 
From his dear paths will ne'er depart, 

Nor touch the deed abhorr'd. 

As thou our souls hast charg'd and bound 

Thy precepts to fulfil, 
So, would that all my ways were found 

Where points thy holy will ! 

Asham'd no more, its upright praise 

My soul shall lift to thee. 
When all thy laws, in all my ways. 

My guiding word shall be. 

An holy joy my breast shall swell. 

When none is e'er forgot : 
I love thy bless' d commandments well ; 

O Lord, forsake me not ! 

By what strong aid shall e'er a youth 

Preserve his footsteps pure f 
By following still thy word of truth 

With stedfast eye and sure. 

But one chief wish my bosom feels, 

From thee to stray no more : 
But one rich gain my heart conceals, 

Thy word's protecting store. 

Bless'd be thy name, O Lord my God ! 

To me thy laws unfold : 
And loud my lips shall tell abroad 

Whate'er thy lips have told. 

Beyond the wealth of golden mines. 

Thy precepts are my joy : 
The way where thy commandment shines 

Shall all my cares employ. 

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222 PSALM CXIX. 

Bright beams are there, with gladness bright, 

And heav'nly raptures flow : 
I will not lose the rich delight 

Which thy pure words bestow. 

Cheer thou thy servant's toil, O Lord, 

And bless'd requital give ; 
That, strengthen' d by thy large reward. 

My heart may hear and live. 

Chase thou mine eyes' dark mist away ; 

Thy wond'rous depths unfold ; 
Nor, while a stranger here I stray, 

Thy guiding laws withhold. 

Constant as life's uncheck'd decline, 

To thy dear word I flee ; 
And still my thirsty heart must pine. 

With longing. Lord, for thee. 

Curs'd is the bold transgressor's path, 

But I thy laws have kept : 
Oh, turn from me the shame and wrath 

That o'er the proud have swept. 

Chiefs in their seat against me spake. 

But still thy servant's mind 
For wiser guides thy laws shall take, 

And there its rapture find. 

Down to the dust my spirit cleaves ; 

Oh, let thy spirit move : 
And as my heart thy truth believes, 

So now that truth approve. 

Declaring all thy precepts' praise. 
Thou heard' St my faithful song ; 

Oh, teach me more thy works and ways, 
And still my strain prolong. 



PSALM CXIX. 223 

Drooping and faint, my spirit sinks ; 

Oh, let thy spirit move ; 
As on thy truth thy servant thinks, 
So now that truth approve. 

Draw, draw me from the path of lies, 

And give thy law of grace : 
There, there shall rest my joyful eyes. 

And love thy steps to trace. 

Delighted to thy word I cling ; 

Oh, let not shame be mine ; 
But spread my spirit's chainless wing, 

To mount thy paths divine. 

Enlighten, Lord, mine eyes to learn. 

That I ma}^ ne'er depart, 
But keep the precepts I discern, 

And keep with all my heart. 

Establish there my cheerful choice. 

Where all thy truth is told ; 
And let me more in thee rejoice. 

Than e'er in hoards of gold. 

Engage mine eyes, no more to stra}', 

B}^ snares of folly led ; 
And quicken on thy righteous way 

My firm and cheerful tread. 

E'en as thy fear thy servant owns, 

So let thy truth be clear ; 
And turn the scorner's mocking tones 

That pour a baser fear. 

Esteeming all thy judgments just, 

Lo, how for each I long ! 
Oh, warm with life this sinful dust, 

And make my virtue strong. 



224: PSALM CXIX. 

Free let thy bounteous mercy, Lord, 

To me its treasures ope ; 
Free, the salvation of thy word. 

Rewarding all my hope. 

Fill thou my lips with answers bold. 
When scorners would dismay : 

My stedfast heart thy truth shall hold ; 
Take not that truth away. 

For on thy laws, that cannot change, 

Forever hangs my fear ; 
And free and far my step may range, 

Beneath thy precepts clear. 

Fearless and not asham'd I stand, 
Where monarchs hold their seat ; 

And witness to thy dread command. 
And speak thy mercies sweet. 

Folding thy law within my arms, 

I rise in thought above ; 
And, musing on its sacred charms, 

My heart o'erflows with love. 

Give, Lord, thy servant's fainting breast 
In thy remembrance place ; 

As thou hast made my hope to rest 
On thine own word of grace. 

Glad comfort thence my soul sustains. 
Though dark'ning woes be near ; 

And life and joy run through my veins, 
When once thy voice I hear. 

Great was the scorn of mockers bold, 
But ne'er from thee I turn'd ; 

I thought on all thy deeds of old, 
And heav'nly solace learn'd. 



PSALM CXIX. 225 

Grief burns my heart for them that roam 

To paths of fearful wrong : 
But here, amidst my pilgrim home, 

Thy precepts are my song. 

Good thoughts of these, in silent night, 

Have hover' d where I slept ; 
And this was still my sure delight. 

That I thy cov'nant kept. 

Hope of my soul, her endless part, 

Lord my God, art thou ! 

Before thy throne, with prostrate heart, 

1 make my pray'r and vow. 

Have mercy, as thy word is true, 

For still, thy ways to tread. 
With vig'rous step and eager view. 

My cheerful soul has sped. 

Hot was the rage ofmurd'rous bands 

That round my footsteps hung ; 
But still to thy most just commands 

My stedfast mem'ry clung. 

High from my midnight couch shall soar 

The solemn voice of praise ; 
And sleep shall flee while I adore 
Thy righteous words and ways. 

His friend am I who dearest holds 

Thy fear and sacred cause : 
O Lord, whose love all earth enfolds, 

Oh, teach me thou thy laws. 

In kindness o'er thy servant's head, 

Thy promise, Lord, is true : 
Oh, let thy light and love be shed 

On my believing view. 



226 PSALM CXIX. 

I wander'd far in thoughtless days, 

Ere yet thy chast'nings fell : 
But now I keep thy sacred ways, 

And love thy statutes well. 

Ill paths were mine ; but good art thou, 

And good are all thy deeds : 
Oh, teach me ev'ry precept now, 

That tow'rd thy presence leads. 

Impious and false, with lux'ry swell' d, 
The proud my purpose wrest : 

But fast thy cov'nant I have held, 
With true and joyful breast. 

It was but good, that, taught to weep, 

I learn'd thy law and fear. 
Than gold's or silver's richest heap 

Ten thousand times more dear. 

Join'd and accomplish'd by thy hands. 

My frame and spirit live : 
Then, teach me. Lord, thy good commands, 

And sacred wisdom give. 

Joy on the upright brow shall shine 

Of them that fear thy name ; 
For their strong hope was fix'd with mine, 

And they with me o'ercame. 

Just are thy judgments. Lord, on me, 
And true thy chast'ning stroke ; 

But let me still thy comforts see. 
As thy kind promise spoke. 

Judge me in mercy for my life, 

While o'er thy laws I bend ; 
And on the proud man's causeless strife 

Let scorn and woe descend, 



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PSALM CXIX. 227 

Journeying with me let those be found, 
Who know and dread thy name ; 

And in th}^ statutes, firm and sound. 
Preserve my heart from shame. 

Kindled with hope, yet faint for fear. 

With longing, failing eyes, 
" When shall thy comforts. Lord, appear: 

My drooping spirit cries. 

Kept by the trust thy word hath woke, 

My step no more declines. 
Though, like the shriv'lling flask in smoke, 

M}^ with' ring bosom pines. 

Known to my God are all my days ; 

How many, Lord, are all ? 
And when, on mine oppressor's ways 

Shall thy dread judgment fall ? 

Keen is the blow, and deep the snare 
Which they who scorn thy laws 

Against thy servant. Lord, prepare : 
Shield thou his righteous cause ! 

Kindly my lamp of life relume. 

That I may keep thy will : 
Almost my foes that life consume, 

But I will love thee still. 

Long as the rolling years shall glide. 

Or heav'n its arch uphold, 
Thy promise. Lord, shall firm abide, 

Thy truth shall still be told. 

Low in the depths thy sov'reign hand 
Earth's strong foundations laid ; 

And all things serve at thy command, 
As all by thee were made. 



2*28 PSALM CXIX. 

Light, life and joy thy precepts gave, 

Thy precepts unforgot : 
Else deep within the gloomy grave 

Had clos'd my sorrowing lot. 

Lord, I am thine : oh, save me yet, 

As I thy truth have sought. 
As, while the proud my path beset, 

On thee alone I thought. 

Lo, I have seen the utmost end 

Of all things perfect here : 
But thy commands so broad extend, 

No thought can bound their sphere. 

My God, how dear within my heart 

Thy priceless laws abide ! 
The livelong day they ne'er depart, 

Forever at my side. 

More wise, while these my thoughts engage. 

Than all my godless foes ; 
More wise than many an ancient sage, 

Whose guidance once I chose ; 

Musing on these with still delight. 

And clinging stedfast there, 
I turn my feet, and hide my sight, 

From each bewild'ring snare. 

Matur'd by thy kind words and wise 

In thy true judgments' ways. 
To thee, to thee, my spirit flies. 

From thee no more she strays. 

Most sweet the words that teach thy will, 

Of all I taste most sweet ! 
More sweet than honey'd hives distil. 

They guard my tempted feet. 



PSALM CXIX. 229 

Night closes round my pathway lone, 

And darkness dims my sight ; 
But there thy word's fair beams are thrown, 

Thy lamp of living light. 

Not from the service I have sworn 

Shall e'er my footstep move : 
Oh, give me life while here I mourn ; 

Oh, yet thy truth approve. 

No heartless song my lips shall Hft, 

To tell my Maker's praise : 
Then take, O Lord, their willing gift, 

And teach me all thy Avays. 

New perils throng, new foes ensnare, 

But I thy truth obey : 
My life within my hand I bear. 

But never more shall stray. 

Nearest the fountains of my heart, 

Thy holy statutes shine ; 
I choose them for mine endless part. 

And joy to deem them mine. 

Oh, how I hate the idle dreams 

Of men that love deceit ! 
But thy dear word's unfading beams 

To me are always sweet. 

O Lord, my shield and refuge strong, 

To thee my trust shall cling ! 
Depart, depart, ye guilty throng, 

For I will serve my King. 

On me thy word of grace perform ; 

My stedfast hope defend ; 
That still unharm'd, unsham'd and warm. 

Mine eye to thee may tend. 



230 PSALM CXIX. 

O'erthrown and trod beneath my feet, 

And cast like dross away, 
Are earth's proud sons, who left thy seat, 

In falsehood's maze to stray. 

O'er all my flesh cold terror steals, 

Thy judgments' awful fear : 
But still what thy just word reveals 

To me, O Lord, is dear. 

Pure are the deeds, and good, and just, 

That still my hands engage : 
Then leave me not, O Lord my trust, 

To mine oppressor's rage. 

Pledg'd be thy might, to ward my harm ; 

Nor let the proud prevail ; 
For, waiting for thy word and arm, 

My weary eyelids fail. 

Pour on my head thy promis'd grace, 

And guide in wisdom's way : 
I love, O Lord, thy servants' place ; 

Oh, teach me to obey. 

Prolong no more the ling'ring time, 
Nor judgment's hand withdraw : 

For now the bands, whose joy is crime, 
Annul thy sov'reign law. 

Priz'd more than gold, than gold most bright, 

I guard thy words within. 
Deem all my God's commandments right. 

And shun the paths of sin. 

Righteous and glorious is thy word ; 

My soul shall clasp it still : 
Like dawning morn, its beams are pour'd. 

To light the humble will. 



PSALM CXIX. 231 

Rising to thee, my spirit glows 

With streams of sacred tire ; 
My panting lips and breast unclose, 

And pant with warm desire. 

Reveal on me the wonted grace 
That crowns the righteous head : 

And where thy word the path shall trace, 
Oh, guide my peaceful tread. 

Redeem me from the scourge of guilt, 
And break th' oppressors' bands ; 

And be my will whate'er thou wilt, 
My joy thy wise commands. 

Rivers of waters, from mine eyes, 

For sinners' woes descend ; 
Oh, let thy smile of light arise. 

Till all my sorrows end. 

Sacred and true, O righteous Lord, 

Thy judgments just abide ; 
And all thy holy w^ords record, 

Is truth most sure and tried. 

Sad that my foes thy precepts spurn, 

My zeal consumes my breast ; 
But tow'rd those spotless words I turn, 

And find my chosen rest. 

Small is my name, and men of pride 

Have scorn' d my lowly lot ; 
But still thy word was all my guide. 

Thy truth was ne'er forgot. 

Still are thy judgments just and true, 

While endless ages roll ; 
My joy when clouds o'erhung my view, 

And anguish found my soul. 



232 PSALM CXIX. 

Sure is the justice thou shalt speak, 

While endless ages fly : 
Oh, give me light, thy truth to seek, 

And I shall never die. 

To thee my inmost bosom sigh'd, 
" Oh, hear me. Lord, above !" 

" Oh, save me," at thy feet I cried, 
" To keep the laws Hove." 

Thus, hoping in thy promise kind, 

I call before the dawn ; 
Thus holy musings throng mj'- mind, 

Ere evening's shades be drawn. 

Then, Lord of love, thou good and just, 
Hear thou my constant voice ; 

And warm with life my drooping trust, 
And bid my hope rejoice. 

They come, O Lord, who, far from thee, 

Tread all the paths of ill : 
And near they draw, to thrust at me ; 

But thou art nearer still ! 

True are thy laws, thy promise truth ; 

They change not, nor depart : 
I know them from my utmost youth. 

Eternal, as thou art. 

Upon my griefs vouchsafe to look, 

And haste, O Lord, to save ; 
For ne'er my heart the rule forsook, 

Which thy commandments gave. 

Urge thou my cause with conqu'ring strife. 
When lawless foes condemn ; 

And give the quick'ning grace and life. 
That ne'er shall dwell with them. 



PSALM CXIX. 233 

Unnumber'd are thy mercies, Lord ; 

Unnumber'd are my foes : 
Oh, give me still thy quick'ning word, 

As I thy judgments chose. 

Ungodly deeds my sorrows wake, 

While on their guilt I gaze : 
Oh, give me life for love's dear sake, 

As I have lov'd thy ways. 

Unchang'd as first thy word was pass'd, 

Its quick'ning truths abide ; 
And firm thy judgments. Lord, shall last, 

While endless ages glide. 

Vainly have princes on my tread 

With causeless hatred hung ; 
I held thy laws in deeper dread, 

And there rejoicing clung. 

Vice, with its charms and hidden toils. 

Repels my loathing sight : 
But more than all a victor's spoils, 

Thy laws are my delight. 

Varying my pray'r with varying day, 

Sev'n times on thee I call : 
For peace is theirs, who love thy way, 

And they shall never fall. 

Veil'd from my sight, yet always near, 

Thy succ'ring arm I trust. 
And walk securely in thy fear, 

And keep thy cov'nant just. 

Vig'rous and firm, my steps advance, 

Where'er thy law is shown ; 
For well to thine all-sea,rching glance 

My loneliest ways are known. 

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2M PSALM CXIX. 

Whene'er I call, O Lord, give ear, 
And prove thy promise true : 

Whene'er I cry, O Saviour, hear, 
And all thy truth renew. 

With light and succour crown my ways ; 

And teach my willing heart : 
So shall my lips break Ibrth in praise, 

My tongue thy words impart. 

Whate'er the path thy laws command, 

They all are justice still : 
Oh, hold me by thy gracious hand, 

As I would choose thy will. 

Waiting and longing for thy might, 

I joy to own thy laws : 
Then give me life to praise aright ; 

And shield my righteous cause. 

Wide from thy fold, my only home, 

A wand'ring sheep, I flee : 
Oh, seek me, Lord, where'er I roam, 

For still I turn to thee. 



NOTES. — The author of this Psahii is unknown. Its origin can 
only be conjectured ; and the most probable conjecture points to a 
time when the Canon of the Old Testament was almost con)plete. 
In the Hebrew, the first word in each of eight successive verses is 
made to begin with the same letter of the alphabet ; and all the letters 
are thus placed in their succession. It is called in the Masora '' tlie 
gi'eat alphabet." As the Psalm has hardly any other order in the 
arrangement of the thoughts than what is connected with this alpha- 
betic succession, it is necessary for the sake of variety, as well as im- 
portant to shew the exact character of the original, that so remarkable 
a feature should be copied in the translation. The whole Psalm 
consists of a multitude of devout and delightful sentiments, fastened 
together by this chain. It seems to have been anciently said or sung 
every Lord's day. 

By what strong aid shall e'er a youth. The youth of the writer may 
seem to be intimated in this passage ; but this is very uncertain ; since 
the dangers of youth are so frequently contemplated by every 
benevolent mind. 

Nor, while a stranger here I stray. Michaelis remarks the elegance 
of tliis comparison. A stranger may suffer much from the want of 



PSALM cxx. 235 

necessary knowledge of the things around him ; and a friend who 
will guide and cherish him is an inestimable benefit. Such a friend 
is the word of God. 

Just are thy judgments, Lord, on me. This passage was uttered by 
the Emperor Maurice, when his eight children were slain in his 
sight, immediately before his own murder. 

Though, like the shrivelling flask in smoke. It is well known that 
the bottles of the Orientals were made of skins ; and these were 
probably dried by the fire, before they were filled. The figure, how- 
ever, may be derived from the fact that these bottles, when they con- 
tained wine, were often exposed to the smoke, for the purpose of 
improving the wine, by giving it a taste as if of age. 

Lo, I have seen the utmost end. These were amongst the dying 
words of Sir Christopher Hatton ; a man who had lived in coiuts and 
high places. 

My life within my hand I hear. Grotius remarks that this mode of 
expression betokens the highest dangers, as that which we hold in 
the hand can so easily be snatched away. 



PSALM CXX. 

From the dark vale of care 

I call'd on God to save : 
The Lord vouchsaf 'd to hear my pray'r, 

And answ'ring succour gave. 

Oh, still redeem my heart 

From the betrayer's wile, 
The tongue that plies the sland'rer's art. 

The lips that flow with guile. 

What portion shall be giv'n, 
False tongue, to be thy doom ? 

Sharp arrows by the mighty driv'n. 
Hot coals of burning broom ! 

Oh, woe is me to roam 

O'er Mesech's barren plain ! 
To find a wand'rer's tented home 

With Kedar's godless train ! 



236 PSALM CXXI. 

Long must my spirit wait 
Mid them that love alarms : 

I speak of peace, but peace they hate, 
And clamour loud to arms ! 



NOTES. — "A Song of the ascension." This name is given to 
this and the fourteen following Psalms. Its meaning has been the 
subject of very various opinions, and is very uncertain. No other 
idea appears more probable, than that which supposes them to have 
been sung on the way to Jerusalem, by the pilgrims at the seasons of 
the great festivals, and to have received their name from tliis ascent 
to the capital. They are probably of late origin. 

Hot coals of burning broom. The shrub which is here mentioned 
is used by the caravans for fuel. St. Jerome says that its coals con- 
tinued to burn for a whole year under the ashes. The wood of a 
tree common in Arabia, called Gadha, has a similar property. Hence 
the Arabic proverb, " he has put coals of Gadha in my heart," for, 
" he causes me consuming grief" The last two lines of tliis verse 
may be understood in the original, either as a description of the ca- 
lumnies of the false tongue, or as a reply to the question, what should 
be its reward. This ambiguity is preserved in the translation. 

0''er Mesccli's barren plain. Meshech was one of the sons of Ja- 
j)het. The Moschi are suj^posed to have been his descendants ; who 
dwelt on the western shores of the Caspian Sea, north of Armenia. 
There may be here an allusion to the captivity. 

With Kedar's godless train. From Kedar, a son of Ishmael, an 
Arabian tribe was descended, who stand in the Scripture (Is. Ix. 7.) 
as representatives of the inhabitants of the desert, and of all wild and 
fierce nations. 

/ speak of peace, but peace they hate. These words broke from the 
dying Melancthon, amidst the hot disputes of the theologians of his 
time. 



PSALM CXXL 

To yon bright hills I lift mine eyes, 
And thence expect mine aid ; 

Mine aid from him shall soon arise. 
Who hcav'n and earth has made. 

He will not let thy footstep slide ; 

Thy guardian shall not sleep : 
No slumber's cloud the eye can hide, 

That Israel's march shall keep. 



PSALM CXXII. 237 

The Lord is guardian of thy way, 
O'ershad'wing thee with might ; 

The sun shall harm thee ne'er by day, 
Nor e'er the moon by night. 

The Lord at thy right hand shall spread 

His saving buckler o'er 
Thine outward path, thy homeward tread, 

Now and forevermore. 

NOTES. — '' A Song of the ascension." In the version of Tate 
and Brady, this Psahn seems to be ascribed to David ; 
' ' His watchful care, that Israel guards, 
Shall Israel's monarch keep." 

There is, however, in the original no such reference to a king. In 
some parts of the world, the Jews repeat this Psalm to one who is 
about to go forth on a journey. 

To yon bright hills I lift mine eyes. The mountains of Palestine, 
and especially Moriah and Sion, were to the ancient worshippers, as 
has been before remarked, the figures and emblems of the etemalhills 
above. 

The sun shall Jiarm thee ne'er by day. In the East, the terrible effects 
of sun-strokes are but too familiarly known. Hence, the umbrella, 
to which some have supposed that tlie preceding line alludes, was a 
very ancient defence ; and hence, also, the turban is worn. Apollo, 
or the Sun, was represented by the ancients with bow and arrows. 

Nor e'er the moon by night. There has always been, in many coun- 
tries, a very general opinion that the influence of the moonbeams is, 
to some degree, pernicious. The Psalmist does not imply this, 
though there may possibly be an allusion to such an opinion. 



PSALM CXXIL 

Glad hails my heart the summons sweet. 

When eager brethren say, 
" Come, go we up to God's fair seat. 

To keep his festal da}^" 

Our feet within thy gates shall climb. 
Thy gates that gleam above ; 

Thou Salem, thron'd in peace sublime, 
And girt with walls of love ! 



23S PSALM CXXII. 

For Salem shines, with all her tow'rs, 

A city in accord ; 
And there the tribes array their pow'rs, 

The tribes that serve the Lord. 

There, round his ark of witness met. 

They praise his name divine ; 
And there are thrones of judgment set, 

The thrones of David's line. 

Oh, pray for Salem's peaceful days ! 

And joy for those shall spring, 
Who seek thy gates, and love thy praise, 

Thou city of our King ! 

Peace dwell within thy lofty walls, 

And crown thy sacred dome ! 
And blessings fill the palace halls, 

Our heart's perpetual home ! 

For my lov'd brethren's sake, I cry. 

May peace around thee shine ! 
And for the house of God most High, 

All blessing still be thine ! 

NOTES. — " An ascension Song of David." It has more, howev- 
er, the aspect of a later composition. The application of such a 
song of pilgrims, to the church of Christ, is too obvious to be passed 
without notice. In the commentary of Bishop Home, the reader 
will find that noble Latin paraphrase, originally composed by Bu- 
chanan, and repeated with some alterations by Theodore Zuinger, on 
his death-bed. The translation of that paraphrase, by Mr. Merrick, 
which is also inserted there, is hardly surpassed in effect by any devo- 
tional poetry in our language. 

A city in accord. This seems to denote the completeness and 
strength of the structures, without any unoccupied .space or disagree- 
able inequahties of architecture. It is an emblem of union iu the 
church. 



PSALM CXXIV. 239 



PSALM CXXIIL 

At thy footstool low we wait, 
To thy throne we lift our eyes, 

Thou, who hold' St thy royal state 
Far beyond the glorious skies. 

As the servant's eye intent 

Watches for his lord's command ; 

As the maiden's eyes are bent 
Lowly on her mistress' hand ; 

So our eyes and so our pray'r 
To the Lord our God ascend, 

Till his mercy's sov'reign care 
Downward to our succour bend. 

Lord of mercy, mercy grant ; 

Mercy, for our soul is bow'd, 
Loaded with the rich man's taunt, 

With the scorning of the proud. 

NOTES. — " A Song of the ascension " It is very probably one 
of the Psalms of the exiles in Babylon. 

Loaded idth (lie rich man's taunt. The rich dwell in security and 
luxury ; and this is rather the strict meaning of the original word. 



PSALM CXXIV. 

Were not the Lord, may Israel sing, 

Our Champion in the fight ; 
Were not the Lord our conqu' ring King, 

When foes array their might ; 

Had not his arm the battle turn'd, 
And broke the impious strife. 

The wrath of man had onward burn'd, 
And whelm' d our forfeit Hfe. 



240 PSALM cxxv. 

The mighty floods, the floods of pride, 

No more had ceas'd to roll, 
Till deep beneath their stormy tide 

Had sunk the victim's soul. 

Bless' d be the Lord ! He hath not giv'n 

Our souls to be their prey : 
So, when the fowler's snare is riv'n, 

Far soars the bird away. 

The snare is riv'n, and we are free : 

To God our spirits rise ; 
For all our aid comes down from thee, 

Who mad'st the earth and skies. 

NOTES. — "An ascension Song of David. " It is more probably 
of later origin, as it seems to harmonize better with the fortunes of 
the nation about the period of the exile. 

So, when the fowler's snare is riv'n. The weakness of the captive 
bird, the skill of the fowler, the strength of the entangling net, all 
make this a very apt image of a helpless and almost hopeless people, 
suddenly delivered by an Almighty arm. How often has the church 
of God been even thus rescued by that single aid ! 



PSALM CXXV. 

Who trust the Lord's almighty hand 
Like Sion's mount unchang'd shall stand, 
Whose rocks forever fast remain, 
While storms and foemen dash in vain. 

As round Mount Sion's sacred charms 
The hills extend their circling arms, 
So stands the Lord, a host unseen, 
His saints' beleaguer'd home to screen. 

Guilt's iron sceptre shall not last 
Where God his people's lot hath cast. 
Nor grow th' oppressor's might so strong, 
To bend the upright hand to wrong. 



PSALM CXXVI. 241 

Bless, righteous Lord, the righteous heart, 
And while the slaves of subtle art, 
The tempted share the tempter's doom, 
Shall peace and love for Israel bloom. 

NOTES. — "A Song of the ascension." It has the a.spect of a 
production of that time which immediately succeeded the captivity. 

-4s round Mount Sion^s sacred charms. It is well known that Jeru- 
salem was surrounded by vallies, which separated it from neighbour- 
ing hills. Reland says, (Pal. Lib. iii. p. 838.) " the city stood in a 
mountamous region of Judea and on a high spot ; but its location 
was, notwithstanding, low in respect to the surrounding elevations, 
as the Mount of Olives and others are higher." 

To bend the upright hand to wrong. This would be the heaviest evil 
of oppression, if it could move the servants of God, in despair of de- 
liverance, to give themselves up to iniquity. 

The tempted share the tempter'' s doom. There seems to be an allusion 
to some victims of aj)ostacy, or to seducers amongst the people 
themselves. 



PSALM CXXVL 

When from the heathen lands 
The Lord his own redeem'd. 

It seem'd to Sion's wond'ring bands 
As if a dream we dream' d. 

Then joy to laughter rose. 

And mirthful echoes rang. 
While, rescued from the captive's woes. 

Our song of peace we sang. 

Then e'en the heathen cried, 

" Great deeds their Lord hath done !" 
" Great deeds," our joyful hearts replied, 

" His triumj)h have begun." 

Oh, still thine own restore, 

As, from the mountains fed. 
O'er Southern plains the torrents pour, 

Each to its ancient bed. 
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242 PSALM CXXVII. 

The harvest dawn is near, 

The year delays not long ; 
And he who sows with many a tear 

Shall reap with many a song. 

Sad to his toil he goes, 

His seed with weeping leaves ; 

But he shall come, at twilight's close, 
And bring his golden sheaves. 

NOTES. — " A Song of the ascension." It was evidently written 
after the return of the Jews from exile. 

As if a dream we dreanid. They could hardly believe that so mar- 
vellous a deliverance had indeed been accomplished. Men are often 
thus bewildered by excess of joy, and we hear the question, Is this 
possible, or do I dream ? 

As, from the mountains fed. In hot countries, many of the streams 
become entirely dry in the summer ; but in the rainy season they are 
full again, and rush rapidly down from the hills. This was a delight- 
ful image, to express the return of those, whose exile had left their 
land so desolate and barren. Not all the Jews returned at once, or 
indeed at all ; and therefore this petition was offered. 

His seed imth weeping leaves. It might happen to the husbandman 
dependent on his harvest alone, that some adverse appearances at 
the seedtime would overwhelm him with airxiety and sorrow ; but 
when we pass to the thing signified by the figure, we see that in all 
sowing except the literal, this must often be. 



PSALM CXXVII. 

Except the Lord shall build the halls, 

In vain the builder's pain ; 
Except the Lord shall guard the walls, 

The watchman wakes in vain. 

In vain the toil ere morning break, 
The midnight couch unpress'd, 

The anxious care that still must wake, 
While his belov'd may rest. 



PSALM CXXVIII. 243 

God gives the blooming household band, 

And crowns the fruitful birth : 
As arrows in a warriour's hand, 

They guard the plenteous hearth. 

How bless'd the man, whose quiver bears 

So bright, so dear a weight ! 
The clash of arms unharm'd he dares, 

Though foemen throng the gate. 

NOTES. — " An ascension Song of Solomon." The thoughts are 
so similar to many in the Book of Proverbs, that we are easily in- 
clined to credit the superscription. 

While his bdov'd may rest. His servants, while they quietly repose 
under his protection, possess a security, which all the cares and efforts 
of the worldly cannot win. 

Though foemen throng the, gate. It is somewhat uncertain, whether 
this passage refers to judicial controversies, before the tribunals 
which often held their sessions at the gates of cities ; or, as it is here 
rendered, to the assault of enemies upon a beleaguered town. 



PSALM CXXVIII. 

How happy is his part. 

Who makes the Lord his dread, 
And keeps his ways with joyous heart, 

x\nd still unwav'ring tread ! 

The fruits of thine own toil 

Shall thy repast supply ; 
And calmly, o'er thy plenteous soil, 

Thy happy days shall fly. 

Like some fair, fruitful vine. 

Thy spouse thy walls shall grace ; 

Like olives round thy board shall twine 
Thy young and blooming race. 



244 PSALM CXXIX. 

Lo, thus the man shall live, 

Who makes the Lord his dread : 

And God from Sion's height shall give 
Rich blessing on his head. 

On Salem's peace thine eyes 
Through all thy days shall rest, 

Shall see thy children's children rise, 
And see thine Israel bless' d. 

NOTES. — "A Song of the ascension." This Psahn much re- 
sembles the preceding in its contents and character. The possibility 
has been suggested, that it might be a nuptial hymn, and that the pre- 
ceding Psalm might have been used as a kind of cradle-song. 

Like olives round thy board shall twine. Euripides has the beautiful 
expression, xecP^iTrecioec cTt^ayov, ''a wreath of children fair." 



PSALM CXXIX. 

Oh, many a time from earliest youth, 
Oh, many a time, may Israel say. 

The foes of God assail'd my truth. 

But ne'er o'ercame th' encircled prey. 

Hard on my back the ploughers plough'd, 
And deep their furrows red they drew ; 

But God the just subdued the proud, 
And far their sunder' d fetters threw. 

Let Sion's foes turn back afraid. 

And fade as grass that clasps the eaves ; 

No mower crops its with'ring blade, 
No reaper binds it to his sheaves. 

No passing strangers linger near. 
Or o'er the gath'rers' toil exclaim, 

" The blessing of the Lord be here ! 
We wish you blessing in his name !" 



PSALM cxxx. 245 

NOTES. — " A Song of the ascension. It must have been written 
at a late period of Jewish history. Its appUcation to the Christian 
Church is striking and beautiful. 

Hard on my hack the ploughers ploughed. Oppressions are first com- 
pared with stripes ; and then these stripes with the furrows made by 
a plough. It is a figure of the utmost degradation and misery. 

And fade as grass that clasps tJie eaves. The flat roofs in the East 
were covered with earth, on which a little grass might take root. 
But as its root could not be deep, it could well represent a momenta- 
ry joy- 

Tfie blessing of the Lord be here ! Such was the salutation of Boaz 
to his reapers. (Ruthii. 4.) " He said unto the reapers, The Lord 
be with you. And they answered him, The Lord bless thee." 



PSALM CXXX. 



Out of the waters deep and dark, 
O Lord my Lord, to thee I cry : 

Oh, let thine ears my voice but mark, 
My supphant voice and sigh. 

If thou our sins would' st sternly see, 
O Lord my Lord, oh, who could stand ? 

But sweet forgiveness dwells with thee. 
That all may fear thy hand. 

My soul on God, on God relies, 

More true my hope his promise waits, 

Than watchmen wait till morn arise. 
Till morn unfold her gates. 

O Israel, trust thy King Supreme ; 

From him redeeming mercies flow ; 
And he his Israel shall redeem 

From guilt and all its woe. 

NOTES. — " A Song of the ascension." It seems to be a Psalm 
for the people imder heavy afflictions. 

If thou our sins icould^st sternly see. Theodore Beza, just before he 
died, commented upon these words, and added the saying of St. Am- 
brose, "but we have no cause to be ashamed that we have lived ; for 
we have a gracious Lord." 
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216 PSALM CXXXI. 

Than watcfimen wait till mom arise. The custom was that one of 
the Levites who watched in the temple should stand to observe the 
first rising of the dawn ; that the morning sacrifice might be duly 
prepared. 



PSALM CXXXI. 

Lord, I am not proud in heart, 

Nor of lofty 03^0 ; 
Nor above my lowly part 

Strive to walk on high. 

Like an infant meek and mild, 
I have learn'd to rest ; 

Like a gentle, humble child 
On his mother's breast. 

Thus, O Israel, trust the Lord ; 

Trust him and adore : 
He shall be thy full reward, 

Now and evermore. 



NOTES. — "An ascension Song of David." Its real origin can- 
not be fully determined ; but there may seem to be in it an expression 
of the disposition of the people, when adversity had chastened and 
purified them. Dr. Wolff", in his Researches, mentions a book 
written by a converted Jew in the East, in which it is recommended 
that, when a person is not able to sleep, he should read this Psalm. 
The recommendation is in harmony witli the quiet and trusting meek- 
ness of the sacred poet. 

Like a gentle, humble child. "A weaned child" is the literal trans- 
lation ; and such a child, still lying on the breast of his mother, is re- 
garded by many as here made the figure of entire acquiescence. But 
it may be doubted whether tiie force of the comparison hes in that 
circumstance. 



PSALM CXXXIl. 247 



PSALM CXXXIl. 

O Lord, remember David now, 

And think on all his weight of care ; 

How to the Lord he made his vow, 

To Jacob's Strength and Sov'reign sware; 

" I will not tread within my hall, 

I will not climb to seek repose. 
No slumber on mine eyes shall fall. 

No cloud of sleep mine eyelids close ; 

Till I have found a worthy seat. 

Where God his earthly throne may raise, 

And realms may worship at his feet. 

And Israel's Strength and Sov'reign praise." 

Lo, Ephrath sent its bless'd report ; 

Mid sylvan fields its place we found : 
Oh, tread we now within his court, 

And at his footstool bow around. 

Arise, O Lord, to thine own rest. 

Thou, and thine ark, of old so strong : 

With robes of truth thy priests invest, 
And swell with joy thy people's song. 

For David's, for thy servant's sake, 
Oh, turn not thine Anointed' s face : 

And thou thy truth canst never break. 
The truth thou swar'st to David's race ; 

" Upon thy throne thy seed shall reign. 
And if their heart my cov'nant own. 

And still my honour'd laws maintain, 
Their seed shall hold an endless throne." 



24S PSALM CXXXII. 

For high on Sion's hill above, 

The Lord has fix'd his dwelling bright : 

" This is the city of my love, 
The chosen rest of my delight. 

I bless her stores with large increase, 

And plenteous bread her poor shall bring : 

Her priests shall walk in robes of peace, 
And songs of joy her saints shall sing. 

There David's blooming might shall tow'r ; 

Thence mine Anointed' s light shall stream : 
Enrob'd in shame, his foes shall cow'r. 

But bright his endless crown shall beam." 

NOTES. — " A Song of the ascension." It was evidently com- 
posed at the time of the dedication of the first temple, and may be the 
work of Solomon. When the second temple was dedicated, it may 
have been also sung, and thus have become connected with the later 
Psalms. 

How to the Lord he made his voio. Whether such a vow were strict- 
ly made in these terms by David, we have no other account ; and it 
may be merely a poetical mode of expressing his fixed and devout 
determination. There are forms of speech amongst us, not alto- 
gether dissimilar; such as, " I shall not rest till I have accomplished 
this." 

Lo, Ephrath sent its blessed report. Bethlehem, called Ephrata or 
Ephrath, " the fruitful," was but six miles from Jerusalem. It was 
the birth-place of David; and before Jerusalem had been selected as 
the metropolis, may have been a town of more distinction than that 
city of the Jebusites. Mount Moriah, a place so near, may have 
been mentioned under the general name of Ephrath, and may have 
been a somewhat wild spot, with forests, at the time when it was 
first designated. The temple was built, as is well laiown, at the place 
before occupied by the threshing-floor of Oman. It is difficult to 
avoid the thought that the divine inspiration designed, too, in this 
passage a reference to the birthplace of Him who was the truest 
temple of God ; the incarnate Saviour. 



PSALM CXXXIII. 249 



PSALM CXXXIII. 

Behold, how joyous is the sight, 

How good the spirit's part. 
When brethren dear their lot unite, 

One happy home and heart ! 

Not richer once the oil appeared, 

That, pour'd on Aaron's head, 
Flow'd gently down his flowing beard, 

And o'er his garments spread. 

Not softer dews on Hermon's side 

From balmy skies distil ; 
Not softer down from heav'n they gUde 

To Sion's sacred hill. 

For there, where love on brethren's breasts 

Has bound its holy tie, 
The Lord's eternal blessing rests, 

And hfe that cannot die. 

m 

NOTES. — " An ascension Song of David." We can easily be- 
lieve it to be the work of the royal minstrel ; and need to seek no 
special occasion for its origin. 

That, poured on Aaron's head. That costly and fragrant oil or oint- 
ment was composed (Ex. XXX. 23, 24.) of myrrh, cinnamon, calamus, 
cassia and oil-olive ; and must have emitted the richest perfume. 
Hardly any figure was nobler to the Orientals. 

Not softer dews on Hermon's side. This is another image, peculiar- 
ly deUghtful in the burning East. 

For there, where love on brethren's breasts. " There,'' is referred by 
many to Sion ; but the version which is here given ajjpears more 
suitable to the whole purport of the PsaUn. Perhaps there may be 
still an ambiguity in the original. 



250 PSALM cxxxv. 



PSALM CXXXIV. 

Lo, ye that serve the Lord of light, 
Within his temple, night by night, 
While thus ye keep your faithful ward, 
Lift holy hands, and bless the Lord. 

The Lord, who made the heav'ns on high, 
The sun, the moon, the starry sky, 
And spread below the earth and sea, 
From Sion bless thy pray'r and thee. 

NOTES. — " A Song of the ascension." This is the last of the 
Psahns which bear this title ; and it may be snpposed that the iDilgrims 
have now climbed the hill of Sion. It is evident that the first stanza 
is addressed to the Levites who kept their nightly watch in the tem- 
ple. The latter stanza may be their response to the people; or the 
whole might be sung by alternate choirs among themselves. 

From Sion bless thy pray'r and thee. From Sion, as if from the 
heavenly courts of which it was the image, all blessings proceeded, 
for which au Israelite could hope. 



PSALM CXXXV. 

Oh, praise the Lord ! With glad acclaim 
The Lord's high honours raise : 

Oh, praise the Lord's almighty name ; 
Let all that serve him, praise ! 

Oh, praise the Lord ! His glory sing, 

All ye that stand and wait 
Witliin the courts of God our King, 

Within his temple gate. 

Oh, praise the Lord ! The Lord is kind. 
The Lord's great name is dear, 

Li his own Jacob's love enshrin'd. 
In Israel's love and fear. 



PSALM cxxxv. 251 

For, us the Lord our Maker chose, 

And taught our hearts to own, 
How high his throne in glory glows 

O'er ev'ry idol throne. 

The Lord is great : his great decree 

The wide creation keeps ; 
The heav'n, the earth, the rolling sea, 

The caverns of the deeps. 

He lifts the outstretch' d clouds on high, 
And show'r and lightning blends ; 

And from his treasures in the sky 
The swift-wing'd tempest sends. 

His signs, O Egypt, shook thy coasts. 

When all thy firstborn died. 
From beast to man, from subject hosts 

To Pharaoh's crown of pride. 

He march'd o'er nations' cloven pow'rs. 

And might}'- monarch s slain ; 
Sihon and Og, and Heshbon's tow'rs. 

And Bashan's mountain reign ; 

Till all the kings of Canaan bled, 

From Jordan to the West ; 
And Israel to his home he led. 

His home of promis'd rest. 

Thy name, O Lord, endures in light, 

While ages downward flow ; 
For thou wilt judge thy people's right, 

And pity all their woe. 

The heathen gods are gods of gold ; 

Or silver, fashion'd fair : 
Man gave them silent lips and cold. 

That mock their vot'ry's pray'r ; 



2-52 PSALM cxxxv. 

Man gave them ears that naught can hear, 
And eyes that naught can view, 

And mouths, but breath or accent ne'er 
Or spoke or murmur' d through. 

And dull like them and dead are they, 

Who loud their praises tell. 
And trust the gods of gold or clay, 

Themselves have fram'd so well. 

O house of Israel, bless your King, 

And praise that name divine : 
O house of Aaron, haste and bring 

Your praises to his shrine : 

O house of Levi, strike the chord. 

His holy song to raise : 
O ye that fear him, bless the Lord, 

And utter all his praise. 

Oh, bless the Lord from Sion's walls. 

The Lord who reigns above. 
Yet deigns to dwell in Salem's halls ; 

Bless ye the Lord of love. 

NOTES. — This is probably one of the later Psalms, prepared to 
be sung in the temple. 

He lifts tfie outstretched clouds on high. The language, which is 
literally, "he maketh the clouds to come up from the end of the 
earth," seems to express that which appears to the eye, when the 
clouds arise from the horizon. 

The heatlien gods are gods of gold. This delineation is taken, 
though somewhat abridged, from the one hundred and lifleenth 
Psalm, which perhaps is otherwise imitated. 



PSALM CXXXVI. 253 



PSALM CXXXVI. 

Oh, thank the Lord, the Lord of love, 
Because he loves, while ages fly : 

Oh, thank the God, all gods above, 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die. 

Oh, thank the mighty King of kings, 
Because he loves, while ages fly : 

His arm alone high wonders brings. 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 

Whose wisdom gave the heav'ns their birth, 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

And on the waters spread the earth. 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 

Who taught yon glorious lights their way, 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

The radiant sun, to rule the day. 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 

The moon, to rule the silent night. 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

The stars, to pour their sister light. 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 

Who smote th' Egyptian's stubborn pride, 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

When, in an hour, their firstborn died. 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 

But led his Israel from their land. 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

With outstretch' d arm, and conqu'ring hand. 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 



254 PSALM CXXXVI. 

Who wide the Red Sea's waters clave, 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

And guided Israel through the wave, 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 

But buried Pharaoh and his bands, 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

And led his flock o'er desert sands, 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 

Who smote proud monarchs in their might, 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

And warlike princes slew in fight. 
Because his merc}^ ne'er shall die ; 

Sihon, the king of Heshbon's tow'rs, 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

And Og, the lord of Bashan's pow'rs. 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 

And gave their land, a household lot. 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

His servant Israel's household spot, 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 

Who thought on us, amidst our woes, 
Because he loves, while ages fly ; 

And snatch' d us from our conqu'ring foes. 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die ; 

Who daily feeds each living thing, 
Because he loves, while ages fly : 

Oh, thank the heav'n's Almighty King, 
Because his mercy ne'er shall die. 

NOTES. — This Psalm very nearly resembles the preceding in its 
contents ; and had probably a similar date and origin. It was evi- 
dently prepared to be sung with a chorus at each verse, from a sepa- 
rate band of singers or from the whole people. Lightfoot says that 
there were six and twenty generations from the creation to the con- 
quest of Sihon and Og, which closes the enumeration of the mercies 
of God by the Psalmist in this place ; and that therefore the chorus 



PSALM CXXXVII. 255 

occurs six and twenty times. He also remarks that the numerals of 
the name Jehovah amount to six and twenty. The version of this 
Psalm by Milton is the only one of his Psalms, which can be pro- 
nounced even respectable. 

Because his mercy ne'er shall die. For the sake of making a verse 
more tolerable to an English ear, I have varied the translation of the 
chorus in the second and fourth lines of each stanza. 

And on tJie icaters spread the earth. The earth is viewed as stand- 
ing out of the waters, and, as it were, supported by them. It is a 
natural and poetical representation. 



PSALM CXXXVII. 

By Babel's streams we sat and wept ; 

Our thous^hts to distant Sion cluno- ; 
While plaintive winds our harp-strings swept, 

That on the drooping willows hung. 

For there our conqu'rors, in their pride, 
Had ask'd a strain, to crown our wrongs ; 

And they that spoil' d our altars cried, 
" Come, sing us one of Sion's songs." 

How shall we sing, while here we roam, 
The Lord's sweet song, in Salem set? 

When I forget thee, O my home, 
Let my right hand her skiU forget ! 

And let my tongue refuse her part, 
IVIy lips no more their portals move. 

If Salem fade within my heart. 
And leave behind a dearer love ! 

Remember, Lord, how Edom's band. 

In leaguer'd Sion's day of woe, 
Urg'd on the conqu'ror's impious hand. 

And shouted loud, " o'erthrow ! o'erthrow !" 



2-56 PSALM CXXXVIII. 

Daughter of Babel, doom'd to fall, 
Bless'd be the spoiler of thy tow'rs ! 

Bless'd the fierce arm, that down thy wall 
Shall hurl thy babes, as hurl'd ye ours ! 

NOTES. — This is plainly the work of a captive, or, more proba- 
bly, of one lately delivered from captivity. 

By BaheVs streams we sat and wept. Babel or Babylon was the 
name, not only of the city, but of the land. There rolled the Eu- 
phrates and the Tigris; and possibly the rivers may be mentioned, 
because the Jews, from the custom of ablutions before tlieir prayers, 
placed their oratories on the banks of rivers. 

Rcmemher, Lord, how Edoni's bands. The Edomites had shewn 
tliemselves very hostile to the Jews at the period of the conquest; and 
the prophet Ezekiel (xxv. 12, &c.) had denounced the divine judg- 
ments against them. 

Shall hurl thy babes, as hurVd ye ours ! Such horrors attended the 
wars of early times. Isaiah (xiii. 16.) adds the same circumstance to 
liis description of the woes that should come upon Babylon. It was 
not wished from cruelty of disposition, but is naiued as one of the ter- 
rible features in the picture of destruction. 



PSALM CXXXVIII. 

With my whole heart, O Lord of love, 

My thankful gift I bring ; 
Before thine angel hosts above, 

My lay of praise I sing. 

I bow me tow'rd thy holy place, 

And thank thy faithful name ; 
For thou hast rais'd thy word of grace 

O'er all thine ancient fame. 

I call'd thee in my day of need, 

Nor long thine answer staid ; 
Thou arm'd'st my soul with strength and speed, 

By thine almighty aid. 



PSALM CXXXIX. 2-57 

All kings of earth thy words shall hear, 

And Hft their thankful voice, 
The greatness of thy glory fear, 

And on thy paths rejoice. 

The Lord's pure throne is fix'd on high ; 

But thence in mercy bow'd. 
Dwells on the poor his gracious eye, 

And knows from far the proud. 

Though I must walk mid thronging woes, 

Thy love shall give me Ufe : 
Thy strong right hand shall crush my foes, 

And end their stormy strife. 

The Lord shall all my cause fulfil ; 

His mercies cannot fade : 
Oh, leave not, Lord, in days of ill. 

The work thy hands have made. 

NOTES.— " A Psalm of David." There is nothing to fix its origin 
at any later period. 

Overall thine ancient fame. The meaning of this passage seems to 
be, that the recent mercies of the Lord had more magnified his 
glory in the sight of the Psalmist than all former histories of his 
power and wonders. 



PSALM CXXXIX. 

Lord, thou hast search' d my secret breast ; 
Thou know' St my rising and my rest ; 
And ev'ry thought that silent Hes 
Is bright beneath thy piercing eyes. 

Thou art about the path I tread ; 
Thou art around my nightly bed ; 
And not a word is on my tongue. 
But in thy sight, O Lord, it sprung. 

22* 



25S PSALM CXXXIX. 

Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand ; 
Where'er I turn, I feel thy hand: 
Such wisdom tovv'rs beyond my sight ; 
Far, far too high for mortal flight. 

If e'er my soul could long for wings, 
To shun thy might, O King of kings, 
Where from thy Spirit could I hide. 
Or where, beyond thy beams abide ? 

If high as heav'n I strive to soar. 
There angels round thy throne adore ; 
If down to hell's dread couch I bow, 
There, in thy terrors. Lord, art thou. 

If on the morning's plumes I flee. 
To dwell be5^ond the utmost sea. 
Thy hand should still my path prepare, 
Thy strong right arm should meet me there. 

Or, if I ask the shroud of night, 

Lo, midnight's gloom shall beam with light: 

There is no night beneath thy ray. 

But darkness shines like dawning day. 

My inmost heart, O Lord, is thine ; 
Thou wov'st around each subtle line ; 
And glad my soul the praise shall tell 
Of him whose work she knows so weU. 

Long ere to light and life it came, 
Thou form'd'st this strange and awful frame : 
Where deep in earth no eye could see, 
The secret work was watch'd by thee. 

All shone beneath thy piercing look, 
And all was written in thy book ; 
While, day by day, the members grew, 
Nor yet their form and beauty knew. 



PSALM CXXXIX. 259 

How dear to me thy thoughts of good ! 
How vast they greet my musing mood ! 
The ocean sands far fewer He : 
I sleep, I wake, and thou art nigh. 

Thy conqu'ring sword the proud shall slay : 
Omen of blood, away, away ! 
For loud, O Lord, their curses ring, 
While on thy name their scorn they fling. 

Hate I not them that hate thee, Lord ; 
That lift rebellion's arms abhorr'd ? 
I loathe, I dread, the dark design, 
And all the foes of God are mine. 

Search, search me, thou who look'st within, 
And try my thoughts' most secret sin : 
Pour down thy beams where'er I stray, 
And lead me in th' eternal way. 

NOTES.—" For the chief musician, a Psahn of David." It is for 
the most part a sublime hymn, of a general design; but in one por- 
tion, the poet appears as an individual surrounded by ungodly and 
bloody men. There may be notliing special, however, in the repre- 
sentation ; as, alas, the servants of God could always adopt but too 
far the same language. 

Thou art about the path I tread. The version of Tate is so noble in 
this part of the Psalm, that it could hardly be surpassed ; and an au- 
thor would be very bold, who should aspire to rival it. 

My inmost hc^rt, Lord, is thine. From the vastness of the omni- 
presence of God, the Psalmist passes to the minuteness of his omnis- 
cience. The wide universe illustrates the former ; the human frame, 
the latter. 

Where deep in earth no eye could see. This seems but a poetical 
mode of designating the embryo state. 

And all was icritten in thy book. All was accurately appointed and 
arranged, as if in a written plan. 

Search, search me, thou icho look'st icithin. Devout and consoling 
conclusion of this awful and yet delightful theme ! He who otFers 
this prayer from his heart id already on his way to eternal hfe. 



260 PSALM CXL. 



PSALM CXL. 

Save me, O Lord ! From ev'ry foe, 
From the proud spoilers' cruel blow, 
From evil hearts that love deceit. 
Preserve, O Lord, thy servant's feet. 

All day they gather to the strife, 

Each tongue a murd'rer's sharpen'd knife ; 

The serpent's bite is in their teeth, 

The adder's venom lurks beneath. 

Then save me, Lord, from treach'rous hands, 
From the proud spoiler's cruel bands ; 
That fast the ambush' d death prepare, 
And spread around the net and snare. 

O Lord, I cry, my God art thou : 

Hear, Lord my God, my suppliant vow ; 

And lift thy succ'ring shield of might. 

That guards my head through fields of fight. 

Oh, grant not. Lord, their evil will. 
Nor one dark heart's device fulfil ; 
But let their treach'rous crests be bow'd. 
And shame and fear o'erwhelm the proud. 

Their lips' own guile shall crush them down ; 
Red, flaming coals their brows shall crown ; 
Till deep in yawning fires they sink, 
Beneath the pit's eternal brink. 

The man whose words are dark and base 
Shall fix on earth no lasting place ; 
And he who loves the guilty deed 
From vengeful darts in vain shall speed. 



PSALM CXLI. 261 

The Lord shall guard the cause oppress'd, 
And give the weary sufF'rer rest : 
The just their hymn of thanks shall swell, 
And with their God forever dwell. 

NOTES.— "For the chief musician, a Psalm of David." Its oc- 
casion, if indeed he were the author, cannot be known. 

Red, flaming coals their brows shall crown. This description or de- 
nunciation may seem to be the earhest instance of that dreadful 
imagery by which the New Testament represents the misery of the 
lost. 



PSALM CXLL 

O Lord, to thee I cry ; 

Oh, let thine arm be near ; 
And while my vows ascend on high, 

Bow down thy gracious ear. 

Oh, let my early pray'r 

Like morning incense rise ; 
And mine uplifted hands prepare 

An evenino- sacrifice. 

o 

My lips, O Lord, surround 

With gate and watch and bar ; 

And from my bosom's hallowed ground 
Drive evil thoughts afar. 

Nor let my hand be press'd 

To hands that joy in sin ; 
Nor let me come, a. guilty guest. 

Where revels guilt within. 

When righteous lips shall chide. 

The voice of love I know : 
Like healing oil their accents glide, 

And I must bless the blow. 



262 PSALM CXLI. 

It bows not low my head 

With anguish and despair ; 
But more the sinner's paths I dread, 

And Uft my humbler pray'r. 

When dow^n each rocky dell 
Their fleeing chiefs are hurl'd, 

Sweetly my strain of praise shall swell, 
And win the list'ning world. 

For now our bones are left, 

All strew' d around the grave. 
Like boughs that late the woodman cleft 

Around some forest cave. 

But still, O God my King, 

I turn me to thy throne : 
To thee my stedfast hope would cling ; 

Oh, leave me ne'er alone. 

Oh, save me, close beset 

By toils that sinners lay : 
Ensnare them in their own false net, 

And bear me safe away ! 

NOTES. — " A Psalm of David." It expresses probably the emo- 
tions of his heart during some of the persecutions which he endured 
at the hands of Saul, and at the instigation of baser enemies. This 
was named from the second verse, " the evening Psalm," and sung 
at evening service, in the ancient church ; •' in order," says St. Chry- 
sostom, " that whatever spot or stain may have been contracted 
during the day, while we have been occupied in the forum or at 
home or in any other place, may, when we arrive at evening, be re- 
moved through this spiritual song." 

An evening sacrifice. The morning and evening sacrifices at the 
sanctuary were ol" divine appointment. It is the supplication of Da- 
vid that his own prayer.s may be as pleasing in the sight of God as 
the institutions which God had himself established. 

Lilie healing oil their accents gl'ulc. This passage is not without 
difficulty, and has been variously interpreted ; but the sense which is 
here given appears decidedly the ea.siest and the best. It is, also, the 
sense adopted in the authorized translation of the Bible. 

When down each rocky dell. Here, also, the ingenuity of interpret- 
ers has been much exercised. I am by no means confident in the 



PSALM CXLII. 203 

correctness of this version. Much maybe said in favour of the trans- 
lation, " when their judges were dismissed in the sides of the rock, 
they heard my words, that they were jileasant ;" in alhision to the 
niamier in which David called to Saul, after suffering him to go away 
without injury from the cave in the wilderness of Engedi. 

For now our bones are left. The description is that of great distress, 
and the most imminent peril of life. One can hardly forbear be- 
lieving that this land of imagery was borrowed by David from his 
wanderings in the wild regions to which he fled from Saul. 



PSALM CXLII. 



My voice shall mount to God on high ; 
My suppliant voice to God shall cry : 
Before his face I pour my tears, 
And tell my sorrow in his ears. 

When griefs my fainting soul o'erflow, 
Thou know' St the lonely way I go : 
Thou see'st the toils thy foes have spread, 
To snare thy servant's guileless tread. 

In vain around I turn mine eye ; 
At my right hand no friend is nigh : 
jNIy distant refuge fades away ; 
And no man seeks me where I stray. 

O Lord my Saviour, thus to thee, 
Without a hope beside, I flee ; 
To thee, my shelter from the strife, 
My portion in the land of life. 

Oh, mark on high my suppliant vow, 
For low with burd'ning griefs I bow : 
And bear me from the slayer's might, 
That fast pursues my feeble flight. 

Redeem me from these captive chains, 
That I may lift my grateful strains. 
Where thine own saints shall gather near, 
And love thy w^orks of love to hear. 



264 PSALM CXLIII. 

NOTES. — " A Poem of David ; a Prayer when he was in the 
cave." Its origin is, no doubt, rightly stated in the superscription, 
except that we can hardly suppose it actually composed within the 
cave itself. 

Redeem me from tJiese captive chains. This is a figurative expres- 
sion; hterally translated, "bring my soul out of prison." There is 
no reason to think that it conveys any allusion to the cave. 



PSALM CXLIII. 

Lord, listen to my call, 

And answer to my trust ; 
While low before thy throne I fall, 

Thou ever true and just ! 

Nor let unpitying right 

Thy servant's doom decide ; 

For living mortal in thy sight 
Shall ne'er be justified. 

The fierce pursuers' tread 
My life has trampled down ; 

They lay me with the ancient dead, 
Where midnight shadows frown. 

My heart within me sinks ; 

For bitter floods o'erflow : 
My inmost spirit trembling shrinks. 

Deserted in her woe. 

I think on days of old, 

And all thy wonders trace ; 
The days that long thy might have told, 

The wonders of thy grace. 

To thee I stretch my hands ; 

To thee my tears complain ; 
And thirsts my soul, as thirsty lands 

For drops of summer rain. 



PSALM CXLIV. 265 

Oh, hasten, Lord, and hear, 

For griefs my life consume : 
Nor hide thy face, for I am near 

The dwellers of the tomb. 

Oh, let my hope but see 

Thy love with dawning day ; 
And as I lift my heart to thee, 

So lighten thou my way. 

Redeem me from my foes, 

And guide me in thy will : 
I seek in thee a safe repose ; 

My God, my Refuge still ! 

Let thy good Spirit lead, 

Till thy bright kingdom ope ; 
And be thy name, in all my need, 

My life and conqu'ring hope. 

Destroy, thou just and true, 

The slayer's fell design ; 
And all that hem my soul subdue. 

For I am always thine ! 

NOTES.— "A Psalm of David." There is nothing to fix its 
special occasion among the events of his hfe. 

Tliey lay me with tlie ancient dead. The figure is either that of old 
and deserted sepulchres ; or of the shadow^y land beyond the grave, 
shadowy now^ no longer. 



PSALM CXLIV. 

Bless'd be the Lord, my Strength and Rock, 
The Lord, whose fav'ring might 

Has nerv'd my arm for battle's shock. 
And taught my hand to fight. 
23 



206 PSALM CXLIV. 

The Lord, my Goodness and my PowV, 

My Saviour and my Shield ; 
I trust in that embattled tow'r, 

And rebel armies yield. 

Lord, what is man, the child of clay, 

To win thy thought or eye ? 
Vain as the shadows on their way, 

Our days are fleeting by. 

Oh, bow thy heav'ns, great God, from far, 

And come in glory down : 
The hills shall feel thy passing car, 

And bend their smoking crown. 

With lightnings light the stormy cloud. 

With arrows from thy bow ; 
And strew the banners of the proud, 

And all their strength o'erthrow. 

Stretch forth thine arm, and rend the sky, 

And bear me from the wave : 
Though round me roll its floods so high, 

Oh, yet thy suppliant save. 

Save from the strangers' impious band, 
Whose lips overflow with guile ; 

Whose arm'd right hand, a false right hand. 
Belies their treach'rous smile. 

A new-made song, my God and Lord, 

To thee my heart shall sing : 
I strike the psalt'ry's silver chord, 

The lyre of tenfold string. 

I sing thine arm, thine arm alone, / 

By highest kings ador'd, 
That vict'ry gave to David's throne. 

And snatch' d him from the sword. 



PSALM CXLIV. 267 



Still save me from the strangers' band, 

Whose lips o'erflow with guile ; 
Whose arm'd right hand, a false right hand, 

BeHes their treach'rous smile. 

So, as the stately stems entwine, 

Our sons shall gird our home : 
Our maids like pillars fair shall shine, 

That lift a royal dome : 

So, ev'ry plenteous store shall fill 

The garner and the field ; 
So, thousands and ten thousands still 

The peaceful folds shall yield : 

So, strong to bear his burd'ning toil, 

The gen'rous ox shall tread : 
No conqu'ror's hand shall grasp the spoil, 

No captive's tear be shed ; 

No wail along our streets shall ring : 

Oh, bless'd is such a land ; 
Oh, bless'd the realm where God is King ; 

W^hose strength by him shall stand ! 

NOTES. — "A Psalm of David." It is certainly the song of a 
mouarch ; and, notwithstanding the arguments of De Wette, groimd- 
ed upon its resemblance to the eighteenth Psalm, there seems no 
sufficient cause to believe it an imitation, from a later age. The 
eighteenth Psahn itself, composed, as it was, near the end of the life 
of David, might have borrowed much of its imagery from this. In 
the concluding verses, however, there is a tone that strikes the ear 
like a remembrance of darker days than those of Israel under David. 

So, as the stately stems enticine. " Finer figures than these," says 
De Wette, " could not have been selected, to contrast the rugged 
energy of manly, with the tranquil beauty of female, youth," 

No conquWofs hand shall grasp the spoil. The hteral ti-anslation is, 
" no breach and no going forth." This has been variously under- 
stood ; but the sense which is here given is the most probable, and, 
beyond dispute, the noblest. 



268 PSALM CXLV. 



PSALM CXLV. 

A song of endless praise I sing, 
To bless thy name, O God my King : 
By day, by night, my thanks I raise, 
And sing the lay of endless praise. 

Crown'd with the crown of dazzling state, 
Great is the Lord ; his praise be great : 
Descending years his deeds proclaim, 
And age to age shall sound his name. 

Eternal down that living tide. 
Amidst their songs my song shall glide ; 
For I will praise thy robes of light. 
And sing the wonders of thy might. 

tjREATNESs and goodness, love and fear, 
Man tells of thee, and earth shall hear ; 
How sweet thy mercy's gentle beams, 
How rich thy bounty's ceaseless streams. 

In grace so vast, so slow to wrath. 
The Lord's kind love is o'er our path : 
Joy lives by him in all that live. 
And taste the wealth his bounties give. 

King of the world, each living thing 
Shalljoin the praise thy saints would bring. 
Lift on the winds a glorious strain. 
And sing thy dazzling pow'r and reign. 

Might, glory, splendour, dwell with thee ; 
And all the peopled earth shall see ; 
Nor change nor time thine empire owns, 
From age to age, the throne of thrones. 



PSALM CXLVI. 269 

On thee reclines the trembler's trust ; 
Thou lift'st the fall'n from woe and dust : 
Pray'r looks to thee in countless eyes, 
And bread for all, thy love supphes. 

Rejoicing at thine open'd hand, 
All living things around thee stand : 
So righteous. Lord, are all thy ways ; 
So all thy w^orks thy goodness praise I 

To him that calls the Lord is nigh, 
To him that lifts a faithful cry : 
Up e'en to reach the courts above, 
Ascends the wish of fear and love. 

When hastes the Lord his own to save. 
Then yawns for guilt the awful grave ! 
Ye trilDes of earth, oh, join my soul, 
To praise his name while ages roU ! 

NOTES.—" A Song of Praise, by David." This is the last of the 
alphabetic Psahns. The ancient Jews had a saying, that " he covild 
not fail to be a child of the world to come, who would say this 
Psalm tlu-ee times a day." 

From age to age, the throne of thrones. In the original, the letter 
Nun is omitted; but a verse is supplied by the Septuagint. There 
we read, " faithful is the Lord in his words, and holy inalllais works." 
This would begin in Hebrew, with Nun. As it is difficult to explain 
an intentional omission of that letter, it is possible that the verse might 
belong to die original Psalm. Bishop Lowth regards it as certain ; 
but there are in the other Psalms of this class, similar irregularities, 
which may shake our confidence in his opinion. 



PSALM CXLVL 



Praise ye the Lord ! My spirit, praise 
Thy God through all thy length of days : 
I praise him with the breath he gives ; 
I praise him while my spirit lives. 
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270 PSALM CXLVI. 

Trust not the promis'd arm of kings, 
The strength that man's vain succour brings : 
His breath departs : he sinks to clay : 
His thoughts are crush' d in one brief day. 

Oh, bless'd the heart, whose hope and aid 
On God, on Jacob's God is staid ; 
Who made the heav'n, the earth, the main, 
And all their heights or depths contain ; 

Who keeps his cov'nant and his trust ; 
Who gives th' oppress'd a judgment just ; 
Who feeds the poor from bounteous hands ; 
And breaks the captive's iron bands. 

The Lord unseals the sightless eyes, 
And gives the weary strength to rise : 
The Lord dissolves the exile's fears. 
And guards the widow's lonely years. 

The Lord maintains the orphan's cause, 
And loves the man who loves his laws ; 
But down a false and deadly way 
He leaves the sinner's feet to stray. 

The God of Sion's bulwarks bright 
Shall reign through years of endless flight : 
Oh, sing, thou city of his choice ; 
And praise the Lord, each mortal voice ! 

NOTES. — The Septuagint ascribes this Psalm and the two which 
follow, to the prophets Haggai and Zechariah ; which cannot well 
be more than a conjecture. 

But down a false and deadly way. He disappoints their counsels, 
and leaves them to the fruits of their own choice. 



PSALM CXLVII. 271 



PSALM CXLVII. 

Oh, praise the Lord ; for well belong 

High praises to our King ; 
And sweet to us the voice of song, 

When God's dear praise we sing. 

The Lord, on vSalem's lofty crest, 

Rebuilds her ruin'd walls ; 
And back to Israel's ancient rest 

The exil'd race recalls. 

He comes to soothe the couch of woe, 

And all its pains depart : 
He pours the healing balsam's flow, 

And binds the bleeding heart. 

He tells yon host that gem the skies. 

And names each starry light : 
Great is the Lord, and greatly wise, 

Beyond a creature's sight. 

The Lord, in endless pow'r Supreme, 

Exalts the humble head ; 
And breaks the sinner's guilty dream 

Beneath his conqu'ring tread. 

Oh, answer to the Lord with songs. 

With songs of sacred fire : 
Oh, lift to God a strain of throngs, 

And wake the sounding lyre. 

The clouds' dark march o'er heav'n he guides, 

And sends the rushino- rain : 
He clothes the grassy mountain's sides, 

And clothes the velvet plain. 



272 PSALM CXLVII. 

The beasts' wide wants his care supplies, 
From hill and field and wood ; 

He hears the nestling ravens' cries, 
And gives them plenteous food. 

He joys not in the might of steeds, 

In footmen swift or strong ; 
The Lord's delight are righteous deeds, 

And hearts that wait him long. 

O Salem, high his hymn resound ; 

Let Sion's God be bless'd ! 
His arm has fenc'd thy portals round. 

And giv'n thy children rest. 

Through all thy vales he yields thee peace, 

And on thy guarded shore ; 
And fills with all the fields' increase 

Thy garners' golden store. 

Wide o'er the world his word he sends. 

And, fast as breezes fly. 
To utmost earth's untrodden ends 

His fleet commandments hie. 

He spreads like wool the snowy sheet, 

The frost like ashes casts ; 
He drives in storms his icy sleet ; 

And who can bear his blasts ? 

He sends his word : o'er frozen plains 

The milder breezes blow ; 
And leaping from their melting chains. 

The joyous torrents flow. 

He shew'd his laws to Israel's bands, 

To Jacob's seed his word ; 
So know his deeds no heathen lands : 

Oh, praise the gracious Lord ! 



PSALM CXLVIII. 273 

NOTES. — It appears from the second verse, that this Psahn was 
composed after the return from Babylon. 

He hears the nestling ravens' cries. So in Job (xxxviii. 41.) 
" Who provideth for the raven his food ? 
When his young ones cry unto God, 
They wander for lack of meat." 

The raven is said to desert her young very early, leaving them to 
fill the air with their cries of complaint. 

His arm has fencd thy portals round. This appears, as Rosen- 
mueller has remarked, as if the erection of the walls under Neheraiah 
may have been fresh in remembrance. 

He spreads like icool the snoicy slicet. Eustathins is quoted as say- 
ing that the ancients called the snow a watery fleece ; and so Martial 
names it, (Epig. Lib. iv. 3.) " densum vellus aquarum." The 
whiteness, thinness and softness of both are the points of comparison. 

And xcho can hear his blasts ? We are to think of the cold north 
wind, piercing a frame accustomed to the genial sun of the East. 



PSALM CXLVIII. 



Praise the Lord from heav'n on high ; 
Praise him in the lofty sky; 
Praise him, all his angels bright ; 
Praise him, all his hosts of light ; 
Praise him, sun and moon alar ; 
Praise him, ev'ry radiant star. 

Praise him, heav'ns that heav'n upbear ; 

Waters, higher hung in air ; 

Let them praise their sov'reign Lord, 

For they rose beneath his word : 

He hath fix'd their places fast, 

With a bound that ne'er was pass'd. 

Praise the Lord from earth below ; 
Monsters of the ocean's flow ; 
Fire and cloud, and snow and hail, 
And the storm's obedient gale ; 



274 PSALM CXLIX. 

Mountains, and their highlands all ; 
Fruitful groves, and cedars tall ; 

Beasts that field or forest bore ; 
Worms that creep, and birds that soar ; 
Kings, and men of lowly birth ; 
Chiefs and judges, thron'd on earth; 
Youths and maids in blooming choirs ; 
Smiling babes, and hoary sires : 

All, your Lord's high name proclaim, 
High and bright o'er ev'ry name : 
Heav'n and earth his glory spread, 
While he lifts his people's head. 
Lifts the seed that own his fear, 
Israel, to the Lord so dear. 
Praise the Lord ! 

NOTES. — This is a Psalm apparently composed at first for public 
use in the temple, and at a time of national prosperity. Bishop 
Horsely calls it "a Hymn for the Sabbath." There is a good para- 
phrase by Mrs. Hemans. 

Praise Jiirn, heavens that heaven upbear. Beyond the visible heaven 
a higher heaven was represented to the imagination. St. Paul 
(2 Cor. xii. 2.) speaks of Paradise as the third heaven. 

Waters, higher hung in air. This is the same representation of 
clouds and vapours as in the narrative of the creation. (Gen. i. 6.) 
" And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, 
and let it divide the waters from the waters." For, the lower atmo- 
sphere is called a firmament and heaven. 

Worms that creep, and birds that soar. The Talmud and the Koran 
describe the mountains and forests, the birds and all living things, as 
literally responding to tlie songs of David. (Koran xxi. xxxiv.) 



PSALM CXLIX. 



Praise ye the Lord ! yet loftier lays 
With his assembled people sing : 

Let Israel tell his Maker's praise. 

And Sion's children bless their King. 



PSALM CL. 275 

Oh, praise his name with harp and voice, 
With timbrel's clang, and measur'd tread ; 

He loves the people of his choice. 

And wreathes with joy the humble head. 

Oh, let his honoured saints be strong, 
And sing and slumber undismay'd ; 

To God's high praise attune the song, 

And grasp with might the conqu'ring blade. 

So let them quell the broad domains 

Where Gentile darkness hung till now ; 

And bind their kings with iron chains, 
Their chiefs in lowly fetters bow^ : 

So let them bear th' avenging rod, 
x\nd do his word's own just aw^ard : 

Such glory waits the saints of God, 

Through distant years : oh, praise the Lord ! 

NOTES. — This Psalm is probably of nearly the same date with 
the preceding. 

Let Israel tell his Makefs praise. The word Maker is here in the 
plural, in conformity with the divine name. That name itself is a 
myster)^ unless it contain a reference to tl:ie plurahty of persons in 
the Godhead. 

And sing and slumber undismayed. The Hteral version is, " sing 
upon their couches ;" which may express either the constancy or the 
security of their rejoicing. 

To God^s high praise attune the song. Bishop Patrick supposes 
that they are represented as shiging, according to the ancient customs, 
when tliey went forth to battle. 

And hind their kings tcith iron chains. Under figures hke these, 
the subjection of the whole world beneath the dominion of the Gospel 
was boldly foreshadowed. 



PSALM CL. 

PRAISE YE THE LORD ! 



Oh, praise our God, where, bright in grace, 
His presence hghts his holy place : 



276 PSALM CL. 

Oh, praise him from the heav'nly arch, 
Where goes his pow'r's resplendent march : 

Oh, praise him for his deeds of fame, 
The might that all his foes o'ercame ; 
And praise him for his glorious throne. 
That shines on all, and shines alone. 

Oh, praise him with the trumpet's sound, 
While all his temple answers round ; 
And praise him with the lofty lyre, 
And silv'r}'' psalt'ry's chords of fire. 

Oh, praise him with the timbrel sweet. 
And dancing tread of joyous feet ; 
And praise him with the notes that ring 
From ev'ry harp of various string. 

Oh, praise him with the cymbals loud ; 
Oh, praise him with the cymbals proud : 
Let all that breathe, with glad accord. 
Lift high their voice, to praise the Lord ! 

Praise 3'e the Lord ! 

NOTES. — This also is doubtless a Psalm prepared for tlie temple; 
and probaljly one of the latest. 

His presence lights Ids holy place. The earthly sanctuary and the 
heavenly may both be here imagined, and perhaps both were meant; 
the former as the shadow of the latter. 

Oh, praise him with the cymbals prowl. Different instruments may 
be designated in these two lines. The literal translation is, "cymbals 
of hearing and cymbals of clangour." 

Thus closes, of course, the last of the five Masoretic books of the 
Psalms. In the Septuagint, the old Italic version, the Mozarabic, 
and elsewhere, another Psalm is added, which is said to have been 
written by David after his victory over Goliath. It has evidently 
no claim to insertion. 



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